The morning after the less than tactful announcement, there was a strange buzz in the air. One that was of uncertainty and confusion, one where everyone seemed to be moving about but almost stiffly. What was this announcement that was yelled about the night before? What did it even mean?

Norah seemed almost unfazed by it, rather what had rocked her was the… conversation with Berengar the night before. Her mind still rocking between it and Hiems and blue eyes and the Nevermeran seaside… “Lady Norah.”

Dark eyes bounced up to the taller woman. “Revna,” she said her name with a familiarity that made the line between her brows smooth out. “It has, though I believe that’s only due to us having been rather busy around Cambria this Hiems,” she said, holding her gaze. “How are you?” Pleasantries, yes. It was a habit she had yet to break.

The green soldiers. It almost made her laugh, possibly seen in the way her eyes narrowed slightly and her lips pursed just the touch that they had. Made more noticeable by the slight hollowness that had grown in her face during the Hiems season. "Hopefully you aren't giving them too hard of a time. They did just get here." She shook her head and brushed her hands on her stomach, as if dirt had somehow gotten on her.

"No troubles from them that are unexpected." She lied, she certainly had not expected to have to speak with Berengar. "But with all the new faces, it is something to keep an eye on. It's a lot easier when they understand how things are here, just as much as they are given a little leeway for not quite understanding the ways of your people." She offered a bit more, something easy for Revna to sink her teeth into and was a little more easy to talk about.

Norah cut a look to her from the corner of her eyes, those dark ones tracing the profile of Revna's face as she did so. "Well now that I have been here a while, sure." She glanced around, looking over the groupings of Nevermeran's around. It was clear to any who paid attention the ones who knew Cambria and the new ones. "But you can be rather intimidating to the new ones here. The women of Cambria, stronger than ten men, can hear a pin drop from across the town. I think it's the confidence that you all hold. Different than those from back in Nevermere." She didn't know if she explained that it was the wildness about them that made them that much more intimidating but also alluring.

"I hope you don't take offense to this," Norah already was prepared that Revna might. "But with my time here, there is a lot of similarities between us all. When it comes to religion. Could it be that we have read different versions of the same book?" She raised a brow, as if encouraging the rebuttal to come to her. "Sure there are differences, but ultimately... could be seen as similar."

Norah didn’t just mean the men, knowing that the witches were underestimated here as well. Their confidence was almost entirely different, and it was the women who did hold the edge in Nevermere… “I never said they weren’t the stronger ones,” she commented, “just… different than you. But still quite the strength in our own blood.” For they might not be able to single handedly lift boulders over their head or crush a man’s hand in one squeeze… but the magic they could conjure…

Wicked.

“Similar, but not the same.” She corrected gently, biting her tongue to remind Revna that they had made it past polite names at this point. Norah was just fine, but she could hear the slight shift in her tone. “We both look to a female goddess to worship, or for you all, the All-Mother. We believe the magic is in her and not in a male counterpart. We have prayers for blessings, we have sacred grounds. Different seasons come with different celebrations and gatherings.” Both brows lifted up, “What if our goddess and your all-mother were sisters?” She further theorized. “It’s an interesting thought, at the very least.”

”If I swung a sword around would you find me stronger?” She asked, tilting her head just ever so as the wind sent a chill rushing over them. While it wasn’t the biting Hiems cold, Ver didn’t come without her own bite. “Or joined you all for training one day?” Her strength was in her craft, not physical. Maybe that’s where she had misstepped when she had arrived.

Maybe she should show them that she knew how to handle a blade.

The mention of the Coheed festival had her pause. Would she be here by then? “I might be,” because she didn’t even know when she’d be able to return home fully. “I’m afraid I don’t know which festival this is of theirs.” For she had not been assigned Coheed except the one time she had to deliver the news about the Eldouir’s. “Is this the First Blood one?”

The point didn't quite fly over Norah's head. At least, the point that Revna thought she was going to make. Her brow quirking on her face and tilting ever so slightly at what she took as a small jab towards being Nevermeran. "Traditions, Revna." The smirk was almost cold. "You can surely understand things that are just done because of tradition." Because of the two last names... Carter certainly didn't hold the weight that Prowze had. Prowze was a well known name, between her mother and father alone... and now because of Norah.

"But perhaps I should abandon the last name over all. Just keep it... Norah. The witch of Nevermere." She couldn't help but laugh. But then considered the next offer. "I might just take you up on it. It's been a while... as long as you don't try and completely break me." There was something dark in her eyes, as if daring Revna to do just that.

The thought of going to Coheed for something to watch them all try and prove who was stronger (Norah knew this was the Cambrian's clearly) and then to watch them fall into a simple primal act in the hopes of bringing a child... Norah found herself curious in a way that was like watching a carriage wreck and unable to look away. "Will you be a part of that 'some', going to participate in bringing the next generation of... both kingdoms forward?"