The call at her borders was a voice she thought she knew, once. 
A male's voice, that sounded so eerily close o a younger version of a man she had last seen on her death day worlds away from Mythris...
A man she didn't think would recognize her without the scars she once bore, if it was even him-!
As soon as she heard it though, Nyra took off towards the border with haste, eventually stopping dead in her tracks for a long moment as she saw the man waiting--

She always wondered what had become of him after that day...But was it him? Or was this man just eerily similar? 
Nyra forced down the emotions writhing in her gut and chest, instead placing an expression of neutrality and intrigue upon her features as she drew closer to the man, until she stood about a full length away with her tail high over her hips, "I am Nyra, sovereign leader of Hildibrandr." Did he know who she was? Did he recognize her, if this was indeed the man she once knew?
"State your business, ókunnugur." 

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