Gyrfalcon's Keep window

She grieved losses of many. 

The old gods would already know these things, but they would hear them again.

Placing her muzzle close against the woman's cheek, Asvoria whispered close, The old gods, known best by the former viking clans will hear this woman's plea. A promise. For they had not failed to listen before.

Taking a small step back, she sat, head bowed and eyes closed. Hear me. Hear us. Angrboða... you have brought this woman great sorrow. She feels this pain that you have set unto her. Hel... you have taken life and cannot return it. But you can be mindful of the spirit now in your wake. A husband and father has come to you. Watch him well.

The priestess went on, not moving an inch, nor blinking in slight. There were many gods and goddesses of old. She could name them all and ask things of each, but perhaps even this would not be enough to heal the spirit of this woman.

Eir... you know ways of healing, by spirit and of body. Take this grieving soul and make it whole. Take these tears, and turn them into laughable and loveable memories. Heimdall... you are protector. Watch this woman, along with those she has left behind. They may never be reunited again—but with your keen and watchful eye, they may all be kept safe and walk the paths of the future with your shield hovering above them.

Silence, now. But only for a few moments until Asvoria would stir.

Her gaze set back upon the woman, she chuffed lightly. You have traveled long. Your body is exhausted, both from it and your sorrows. Return with me, She invited, knowing full and well she still knew nothing of this stranger, aside from her recent losses. You will need time to rest and mourn, so that you may continue on as you once were with strength and happiness.