Moonstone Quarry ^____________________________^

Fleur watched the female turn to face her, the wince that accompanied her steps as she drew closer not unnoticed—only unspoken. The Skeiðkona’s eyebrows scrunched up as concern colored her features, a sympathetic click of her tongue the only acknowledgement. She did not enjoy seeing others in pain, stranger or not. 

But, she let it be for now.

Her head dipped in greeting. Well, hello to you, too. This is Forneskja, yes. Why have you come to our borders? There was no heat in her words, only curiosity colored them. She was not one to bite and ask questions later—nor was Solharr, for that matter. He was honorable, yet fiercely protective, and even she would not want to be on the wrong end of his blade. 

But, this young female did not pose a threat—not yet, anyway. Fleur was comfortable fielding this one alone. Though, if she needed to, she could call for her husband, and he would come.