Solvi listened with an open mind and open heart. Gjalla took her time, explaining the ways of her people and that of her teachings. This Stormrift was for those strong of body and sound in mind. Not for those of the weak or frail. She began to think very carefully, taking in all that Gjalla had to offer. Then once her mind was made up, the yearling spoke.

I will stand with you, with Stormrift. If you will accept me, Gjalla. It would be an honor. Solvi waited to hear her answer, wondering if the dark female would accept her. But she dearly hoped that she would, for this could forever be her home. A place where she could find purpose, find out who she really was and forge her own path.

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gjalla holds her gaze on the girl a moment longer after the words leave her mouth.

i will stand with you.

the corner of gjalla’s mouth shifts, faint and hard to catch. approval. her head dips once, a single sharp motion. i would be pleased to have you, solvi.

come. i will show you around. she turns at once, checking briefly with a sidelong glance to ensure the girl is following before she begins back toward the rise.