Gyrfalcon's Keep There seems no turning back from here

”It is!” She assured, enthusiastically. Her dreams had often been kept secret- admitted only to herself, though it had been no secret that she had certainly spent a good deal of her spare time quietly working away on pelts, striving to make them smoothe, soft, and useful. 

Her gaze faltered and fell, though, as she could not help but think of her mother’s aspirations as well. ”I think Mother would want for me to become a Sheildmaiden, like her, but…” She trailed off, and shrugged. ”Do you think she will be disappointed?”