"Lady Sigyn, don't tell this to Vali, but he finally touched my hand!" her cheeks became as red as her hair and Sjofn could only squeal silently while covering her face.
This news, Sigyn had to confess, left her with a slight shock but also happiness. “Well, isn’t that something!” the Vanir chirped. If there was anything that made her truly happy, as a mother, it was when her sons were loved by others. Sigyn was not blind to the beautiful love she saw reflecting in Sjofns eyes when her son’s name was spoken. Tilting her head to the side curiously, Sigyn fixed a kind smile onto her face for the girl. At the endearing outburst of silent screaming, she found herself unable to contain the small giggle that escaped her lips as she continued working her fingers into the girl’s hair, folding strand over strand, into a braid. “Your patience in him is admirable, my dear. I assure you, everything else will come in time. Affection has never been...an easy thing for him, but trust when I say that he cares deeply for you...perhaps I should say nothing, it may not be something he’s told you already, but it is what I see.” Looking into the mirror at the girl, she chuckled. “Are you two attending the feast, together, this evening?”