[ Sigyn cocks her head to the side, lips curving, brow arching, in a rather funny face. ] But your eyes would shine much brighter if your hair were parted to its side, or perhaps a tail for a warrior look. [ She shrugs her shoulders. ] Your hair, aye, but I certainly recommend a talented hand to wield the shears that cut your locks.

[ She smiles, rolling her wrist, waving off her silliness. ] My apologies. I am Sigyn. And you?