Golden Glade And so the rain began again

She had never been an heiress. That was her sister's right. She was the one that looked like their father, had his size, had his ruthless personality. She was the one that their stepmother liked more than her petite form or her brothers ruby eyes. Her sister had been the only one that had his coloring, the silver and black of the night, the cold blue eyes that showed she was of the north. Worthy of the fra Nordri name. She and her brother got his markings with their mother's flair, her sandy fur and her eyes. Well, Sindri got her gold where her brother got her insane sister's red.

Again she shook her head, she should not dwell on the past. She did not need to think of her lost brother or her happily wed sister, her eyes continued to look at the roiling heavens. The perfect condition as it matched her mood but she was not alone, a sound roused her attention.

Her gaze fell from the sunless sky to a man with colors of the lost sky, golden and beautiful. It would seem she was not the only one that found this storm comforting. She gave him a gentle smile, one of warmth and welcome.  "góðan dag .. ah.. good day gulldrengur." She corrected herself with a nickname, how long had it been since she spoke to someone?