"Swords are better," Sylvie said with a half smirk. A flick of her hand, and the swords that Sylvie favored were on display. They were what was left of a girl being raised as Asgardian Royalty. Just like her brother, she had been trained for fighting, though Sylvie preferred to rely on her magic, it was no doubt that her training (as basic as it was for a child) had been enough to keep her safe all these years). The swords were light and meant for a small quick wielder, unlike her brothers hammer, and had runes up the sides. There was a small, proud smile.
"I only have..." Sylvie shuffled a little awkwardly, "Vague memories of what my life was like thousands of years ago. I remember bits of the Palace. I remember Thor's foolishness, and your voice. And winged horses. Fathers stories about the Valkyrie.."