"Milyausha," Signy echoed, very slowly and awkwardly, though without entirely mangling the name, apparently fascinated by the exotic sound.  "Mil," she added, with a hint of relief.<br/><br/>Then she shook her head, returning the warrior's grip Mil offered shyly.  "I am no fighter, nor even a hunter.  If the runes did not speak so clearly, I would think I would be the very last person in the holdt who should go.  I cannot tell you what we should expect, but there must be some reason why we were chosen."<br/><br/>She spoke simply and trustingly, as one would expect from a young woman who had spent all her life being guided by such intangibles.  When she spoke again, however, it was with a hint of world-weary knowledge of politics and a faint, wry smile.  "If we needed more than the runes, the fact that Lord Rurik was so willing to accept my prophecy is proof enough that this was meant to happen.  I am not sure he would be so quick to believe otherwise."