Stavanger Bay [m] ride of the valkyries

Ragnar had never kept Unnr around long enough to know that she had conceived with him, and Unnr's common tongue was learned by a slave, or so Brynhildr's mother had always claimed. It had been broken, and while Brynhildr had sought to learn it better than her mother, she still found herself struggling with it. The wolves of Freya's Hollow and Odinn's Cove spoke Norse primarily, only bothering to speak the common tongue when situation dictated it — which was not often. Thistle answered Brynhildr's question with an honesty that surprised the valkyrja. She had not expected the widow to be so forthcoming with her, though she believed herself to be up high enough that her expressions were shadowed by the sunlight which was not gentle as it reached past Brynhildr to touch the warm sands that Thistle stood on below. A soft smirk played across Brynhildr's muzzle when Thistle went off into a winded explanation, stating that would Brynhildr have been younger that the widow of the legendary Ragnar Lodbrok would have murdered her. In her deign to sound tough, Brynhildr knew that she could have one uped the widow by saying that age didn't matter to her. She would have slaughtered any children from another, whether they were man and wife during the conception or not; and if Brynhildr herself would not have been able to she'd have commanded one of her brothers to do it for her.

“Frá sögur ég hef heyrt um Ragnar ég hissa á að hann tók utanaðkomandi sem konu. Hvað gerði þú svona sérstakt?” Brynhildr inquired, not unkindly. She was merely trying to understand because from what this widow told her, the Ragnar that Brynhildr had heard stories of was not the same Ragnar that had ruled these lands; but she had not mixed them up, surely. Dagrun himself had pointed her in this direction, and she trusted her uncle at his word.

"He does not sound like his legend." And in that, she was gravely disappointed.