Stavanger Bay [m] ride of the valkyries

To Brynhildr's surprise, Thistle did not ignore the soft bark she'd sent the Bay Queen's way. Brynhildr subconsciously stretched beneath the warm rays of the sun. It was pleasant sun bathing and had been too long since she'd found a spot as perfect for it as atop the craggy outcropping of rock that protected Stavanger Bay. Whatever dangers it might have held it was her new favorite spot. She might as well try to enjoy her time here even if everything thus far had gone the way entirely opposite than it had been supposed too. The warning in Thistle's voice was stiff but soft, giving Brynhildr some indication that regardless of where they stood as Ragnar's last wife and Ragnar's daughter that Thistle was, perhaps, a little concerned for her safety. It would have been touching if Brynhildr had known the widow better. As it was, Brynhildr offered Thistle a supple roll of her shoulders, canting her muzzle towards the sun for a few seconds before she focused her siren's gaze upon the older woman.

It was curious to Brynhildr, that Thistle did not want her to see her untimely end. Would it had been Brynhildr in Thistle's proverbial shoes, she would not only have wanted it, she'd have aided the process along herself. In Brynhildr's world there was no room for bastard children; nor children to another woman. It would have been her children and if any bastards/other children would ever arise she would kill them herself; but they were no doubt the valkyrja saw now, vastly different creatures. “Why?” Brynhildr was curious, nevertheless, seeking to understand the widow's way of thinking. What was to gain from her late husband's other legitimate (technically) children showing up? “You are a strange woman,” Brynhildr's accented voice complimented, though in truth the valkyrja was unsure how to take the kindness that she would not have afforded herself. “Does it not...,” For a mere moment Brynhildr trailed off trying to find the right translation. “ah hex? No...,” She let out a soft noise. “vex you? Me being here? And the idea of my brothers also coming?” With Norse as her primary tongue she found it slightly hard to communicate, though thankfully she knew enough common tongue to communicate.