The blonde’s rhapsodic laughter rang amidst the pother as she lead the DAUNTLESS Sif through the concourse. Another VICTORY upon foreign soil called for celebration amongst the Aesir, alas, as were expected the warrior had become an object of praise. Only fleetingly did a moment present itself as opportune to pry her away from her GUSHING admirers, and Sigyn were quick to take it.
There was a ferventness, something spirited within her stride as heedlessly she rambled from over a cloaked shoulder, yet, the Goddess were soon SILENCED with a naught but single utterance, and her meandering were brought to a halt as she turned upon her heel.
Her name were spoken in a soft undertone, laced with a faint uncertainty.