Izzy had one day come home with a child. A child with the silver eyes of a Valkyrie, the claws and the slender, pointed little ears.Einhart had tried to be hard with the questioning to her little sister, but she couldn't.Gods how she loved little ones.Today, even, she had slipped into the nursery, gripping the babe and holding her, gently, like she was a treasure. She was humming an old nursery rhyme from when she'd been a child, so many, many centuries ago.Izzy was still asleep--that was fine. Einhart kept her cold demeanor while her little sister was awake.But in these stolen moments, she spoiled the little girl, giving her soft tales of her ancestors, of the ferocity of the Valkyrie-- her birthright. All female children born to Valkyrie were Valkyrie-- but she would not become immortal until she had physically aged to twenty."Such a little thing you are" Einhart murmured, pressing her lips to the babe's head.