The hangover...

The next morning was... Pleasant for Sif. Turning in bed, she felt the morning sunlight through the window and smiled softly to herself as she raised a hand to bloke the sun out of her closed eyes. Slowly getting up and stretching her arms over her head, the blonde woman sighed pleasantly and got up to her feet. Moving to the dresser to sit on a cushion and look over her reflection, Sif took a comb from the table and began her morning routine of combing her long and impressive locks. it calmed her, helped her to relax and think about her plans for the day. There was another meeting with a village to the south to conclude, the formation of a new bridge to the west over the river, THEN there was the construction of new shelters and homes for her people that needed oversight.

Speaking of plans, it was about time to check on her latest project.

Putting the brush down and getting dressed for the morning, Sif exited her quarters to go see her daughter. On the occasion of walking down the halls of her home, Sif found several Valkyrie nodding or saluting her back, the woman nodding back as she walking past one door after the other until she reached Thrud's bedroom. "Thrud darling, are you awake? Your mother has other duties and journey's to take and... Hmm."

She wasn't there.

Crossing her arms and looking over her daughter's room she found the bedsheets in a heap and giving off smells she remembered all too well in her youth. Not even bothering to pick them up to know what happened all night, she meant to leave when her foot tapped against something smooth and polished. Picking it up daintily between two outstretched fingers, Sif found it was one of the bottles of Giant's mead she kept in her personal cache. Pouting her lip in a frown, she exited the bedroom and gave the empty bottle to one of the guards nearby.

"rinse this out for me will you?" She nonchalantly commanded and kept walking. "I'm heading for the kitchen, I have an assumption my daughter will be there."

Confused, the winged warrior looked down at the empty bottle and to her partner guarding the hall, the woman shrugging in confusion as the two did as they were told.

Making her way down the stairs and to the main floor of their home, Sif entered the kitchen through its large archway and smirked to find her daughter head down on the cutting board with a steaming clay mug of broth nearby. Not wanting to pass the opportunity at some entertainment, Sif silently approached the young woman, picked up a wooden spoon from the table... And dropped it.

Clutching at her ears and groaning painfully, Thrud sat up with tired bloodshot eyes back at her smirking mother.

"Not so LOUD!" She complained, dropping her head back to the counter with her arms cross to form a make-shift pillow to rest her head over.

"Good MORNING sleepy head." Sif announced, her smile never leaving her lips, soaking in the sight of her daughter's agony after finishing an entire bottle of giant's mead by herself last night. "I was going to check over the inventory of our stocks and previsions and wouldn't you know? I find a single bottle of my private reserve gone from my wine cellar... YOU wouldn't know where it went do you?"

"Hmmmmmmmm...." Was Thrud's only response, not even bothering to raise her head off the table.

"WELL I'm sure its bound to show up sooner or later, in the MEAN time, I will be going out of the village to our neighbors, finishing up some deals and agreements so we can get settled in properly.

"Yay..."

Finally finding the strength to sit up and sip at her broth, Thrud cricked her neck and rolled her shoulders, stretching her arms over her head, it caught Sif's attention that her daughter looked far more chesty than yesterday, her enlarged breasts pushing her chest plate forward with enough space she could have put all their wooden spoons down the cleavage between her tits. Not only that, she also noticed her daughter's rear took up more space over the stool she sat in. A bit of an uncalculated development but not one she could not account for. Maintaining her facade, Sif offered her daughter a water skin filled with a drink that caught Thrud's attention.

"What's this?"

"Some fruit juice, hopefully it'll help you with... Whatever you're dealing with this morning. I'll be heading out of the village today on other duties, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Right... Maybe there will be some men training today. I could give them some practice."

Seeing the young woman exit the kitchen and clip the water skin to her belt, Sif narrowed her eyes as she too poured herself some morning brother. Things were going exactly as planned.