Cedar Sweep sang the sun

Ragna frowned, pensive. She knew what she wished, and she knew what she wanted. There was no way for her to go back, to tell herself that leaving her home and her family would be her first, worst mistake. She wanted to see her brothers again, and her mother and father. But her father was dead, and she did not know where to begin. Traveling to the Bay had not brought her any closer to finding her brothers.

"So I make it," she said. It was not what she wanted to hear, but it was what she had known. Things could not go back to the way they were, but she could make her life what she wanted it to be. She could reunite her family, and this time she would stay. The daughter of a jarl had the strength, but she did not have the means. With no leads on her family's whereabouts, she did not know how to begin. "I do not know where to start," she admitted.