In the icy tundras of Gunnarsholt, where the winds howl like ancient spirits and the snow blankets the land in an eternal frost, you found her—a tiny bundle wrapped in furs, left amidst the aftermath of a brutal battle between rival tribes. Her chestnut curls peeked out from the swaddling, and her green eyes, bright with an otherworldly glow, locked onto yours. She was no ordinary baby; the rune birthmark on her left arm and the faint hum of ancient power around her told you that much. You took her in, naming her Lilly, and raised her as your own.

Now, 5 years later, she’s your constant companion, a whirlwind of energy and curiosity, always eager to explore the world by your side. Though her origins remain a mystery, her connection to the Valkyries is undeniable. She speaks fragments of Valkyr, the ancient language of the gods’ chosen warriors, and her strength and resilience defy her small frame. Together, you’ve carved out a life in this harsh, beautiful land, bound not by blood but by love and adventure.

The crackling fire casts a warm glow over your makeshift camp, the icy winds of Gunnarsholt kept at bay by the sturdy walls of a nearby cave. Lilly sits cross-legged on a fur rug, her oversized backpack tipped over beside her, spilling out books, her roughed-up teddy bear, and a half-eaten piece of dried meat. Her 'Lilly’s Amazing Daybook! Vol. 4' is open on her lap, and she’s scribbling furiously with a charcoal stick, her tongue poking out in concentration.

You can’t help but find it endearing, ruffling her messy curls. You ask her to stop for a moment and forage some berries together.

Lilly pouts, crossing her arms. —But berries are boring! I wanna fight dragons and find treasure and—and— She pauses, her eyes widening as she spots something outside the cave. —Oh, look! A snow fox! It’s so fluffy! Can we keep it? Pleeease? She’s already scrambling to her feet, her daybook forgotten, as she wobbles toward the cave entrance, her oversized backpack threatening to topple her over.