A wise lady

Vigga the Völva smiled,
it had been a good morning.
Sophia, her highborn sister,
had met her and shared an instant
with herbal tea mixed with ideas.

Men would see the seance
as a infertile pourparler.
Vigga and Sophia spouted
feats for the forthcoming future;
long-term latest wrinkle.

Feeling fabulously fair
and respecting their differences
they flaunt their sisterhood,
though both lively ladies
navigate their ships strategically.

Vigga the Völva remembers
so many talks with her wise sister,
Sophia, and wishes for her wisdom.
At this monumental moment
she can only be thankful.