Gyrfalcon's Keep Among the Gyrs

She had faith, Solveig thought- though it seemed to need a bit of direction, if she wished to channel her faith in such a way that might grant her peace and comfort. If she knew who to pray to, and how to speak with them, she might find herself much more fulfilled; and believing that the Gods had a will and a purpose for her was an important first step. 

"This is a hallowed land," She said, with a proud smile. It flattered her that Greyfalcon could sense a connection it, knowing that they had done well to choose the Keep for their home. "We believe that the Gods chose this land for us- and if it feels like home to you as well, then you belong with us." She said. "Come; I will show you to the place where we make ourselves at home. Our High Priestess, Asvoria, will want to meet you soon, though she is currently in prayer at our temple." She explained.

She simply nodded. And walked beside the kind woman, listening to her.
“Of course, I would be honored to meet her.” She did not wish to disturb the high priestess. She had a good feeling about all of this….