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Never the calmest of people, when given permission, Brunhilde moves right up face to face with Svalin, rage smoldering in her bright blue eyes.
"Not only wert thou not defending the throne and our liege... but neither wert his shield maidens. For the choosers of the slain hadst many souls to take this day - our first duty. Many of which shouldst not hath died... wert thou leading them as thou wert instructed. Thy brother lives yet... and there ist no death sight about him. I hope it pleases thee well that thou mayst hath traded dozens of lives for his... and I hear twas e'en thy doing that he wast sent back into the horde exhausted and without the madness."

She takes a moment to collect herself, her pitch getting higher and higher as she speaks.
"A valkyrie's /first/ loyalty ist to duty. To the slain, to our lord. Thou didst cause many of the former, and abandoned both duty and lord. I do not think the way of the Valkyrie ist for thee, if both duty and the throne wert so quickly set aside. Thou canst turn in thy shield when thou'rt recovered. Mayhap in time, thou wilt hold chance to earn mine trust... but I tell you this, Sifdottir... I wilt not fly with thee until that day. And I wilt train thee no further."