Firestone Hot Springs this will never end

Her question was fair and though there was a slight barrier between their languages, it was a question he believed could be understood no matter what language it was spoken in. How did they get from here to there, when there was no clear path? His answer, though, was swift and sure. Já. Valkyrja take them from andlát.

He wished then, that she could speak his language, or that he could speak hers. There were many stories he could share with the doe, ones that lifted the spirits when saddened, that reminded the mortals of the world that this was not the last life they would live. Stjornuati, borne of ice and snow and all things wild, wanted to be able to share that sureness with her, the confidence that he knew.

Valkyrja are hermaður women. Ah... Another head tilt before her nosed at her scar gently. Fight? Fighter? Women. They live within Valhalla and bring the dauður home. He, of course, did not share that there were those who did not make it into Valhalla; such darkness was better left for another time.