Firefly Glen [PHE] ice bite

a girl arrived, long-legged and still coming into her form, as were the others of her age. the expression on her face was most intriguing: a protective scathe that was territorial in its own right.

a daughter?

eyes were rolled hard, and eivor hid her smile as the youth strode away, but not before judging the man that the warrior knew now to be akavir.

kristjan. sven. gunnar. she waited to see how her young leader would respond to the swiftcurrent man. it seemed there was a history she had not known, and her jarl handled it with aplomb.

eivor approved. "of course i will watch over your spar. call to me when you are ready. i will be close."

how deep now, this glimpse of the lore in kvarsheim which she had not known.