Morwenna wanted to argue but she held her tongue. Insulting Odin's children once was enough for one day. She didn't mean to oppose but she still had an outsider's outlook on the way things are run. She was still too young and hot-headed to understand. Her mother had tried to raise her as a pacifist, she had a feeling that those teachings are not going to serve her well here.<br/>She couldn't help but laugh at her new nickname; fork girl. Admittedly it was odd for her to wear cutlery in her hair but she didn't care. She enjoyed being considered weird or eccentric, it usually scared off the boring people. "Yeah, I'm new. And I'm Morwenna but you can call me Mora... or 'fork girl' if you really want." She replied with a wickedly wide smile. "Daughter of Njord." She confirmed as she held out her hand to him.<br/><br/>As their hands shook, the folly of the mess hall was interrupted by the loud yell of the invasion.<br/>"Umm... What's going on?" She asked to no one in particular. Her sister ran to her side and tugged at her arm.<br/>"Looks like an attack." Her sister responded, still pulling Mora away. "Come on, you can borrow one of my weapons."<br/>"An attack? Wait... what? Weapons? You expect me to fight?"