<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">House of Ostergaard</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">Castle Ofertha</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://aidanmoher.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/the-huntress-by-s-ross-browne.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8040FF">Valkyr Thyra Ekundayo</span></span></div><br/><br/>Thyra contemplated the questions Melina asked and whether or not she desired to answer them. Finally she spoke,<span style="color: #8040FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"My name is Thyra, in honor of the god of war--and last name is Ekundayo, from my mother tongue, meaning sorrow becomes joy. It has not always been my name, but it is the only name I will go by." </span></span><br/><br/>It was around that time they ended up passing by Sir Edward who had a young lady saddled with him. Melina's eyes took on something malicious and Thyra cocked a brow at her.<span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Good morning, Sir Edward. Did you go on a morning ride or is the young woman your daughter and you invited her to the tournament?"</span></span></span>The question was amusing, but still Thyra inwardly shook her head at the girl. What a silly thing to say when she already knew the answer. It was obvious that there was love between the two people.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Good morning, Lady Melina. Valkyr Thyra, the same to you too. I hope your performance today will be one to remember,"</span></span></span>The Reeve answered rather gracefully, avoiding the question all together. Thyra gave a tilt of her head in response,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #8040FF"> "Thank you, Sir Edward. Stay safe in your travels."</span></span>When they were a good bit away, Melina spoke again in amusement,<span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"He did not comment on her being his daughter. For me she looked like a whore. And I would say she wasn't just any whore, they seemed to know each other well."</span></span></span><br/><br/>Thyra nodded in agreement,<span style="color: #8040FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"> "When I said be blunt, Melina, I did not mean ask questions you know the answer to. Your observations are likely spot on, though what the Reeve gets into is his own business. I believe they were in love, and if she is a whore he is likely trying to take her out of that life. Let's just hope it does not bite him in the ass, aye?"</span></span>