Stavanger Bay lay low our warriors of old

When her brother agreed to come with her, Ragna nodded, now determined. He would make her brave, because she had to be. For him. He pressed close to her side, a strong and comforting presence. They stepped outside in tandem, buffeted by wind and rain. It hammered into her face, then her shoulders, then her back. Within moments she was soaked to the bone. The wind whipped up at her, and she nearly stumbled with its force. Luckily, Floki was there, and she only bumped against him instead of falling over.

Then she laughed, a sound that surprised even her. This was the most danger she had ever been in, with the sky falling down around them, but she knew that she wouldn't get hurt. Quickly, she cast a look over her shoulder at the den's mouth, making sure none of her more responsible family members were there, then she bounded out into the forest. She knew better than to go too far and only went to find shelter beneath a nearby tree. The water fell heavily even here, now in fat drops that rolled off of the leaves and onto her head. With each one that fell on her forehead, she blinked.