Though Toria's gods were The Seven, she paid her respects to the old gods when there was a godswood to visit, and time to visit it. These were her mother's ancient, faceless gods. They had no names, but there was something about them that still demanded a certain degree of respect. She also found a certain degree of peace in a godswood that she found in few other places. It was a good place to go when she just wanted a few minutes to herself to think without being disturbed.
Walking with quiet steps, she perked up at the sound of two young voices. Without a doubt, it was her little Stark cousins. Toria didn't always remember names, but she never forgot a voice. In fact, with the twins, it was their voices that helped her distinguish between the two girls. No matter how similar they looked to one another, there were slight differences between their voices, and the rhythm of their footsteps.
As they spoke, she moved a little closer, but didn't announce her presence just yet. She didn't know if this was a good time to speak to them. Their tones of voice didn't sound terribly happy, even if she couldn't make out everything they were saying from this distance.