Brooke: Nattfari

*names are tentative and will probably change.

Nattfari was skeptical when she arrived. He set down his nets and watched as she strode confidently onto port with Sigridur behind her, following as a shadow in her steps. The mother wore a thick cloak to shield against the rain, but held her head erect as she fixed on him a fiery gaze—daring him to object before a word had even been spoken.

He scratched his chin, eyed the child gravely, and he spoke.

“You’ve brought the girl.”

She said nothing, only pulled Sigridur forward to stand at her side. Sigridur’s small head protruded comically from a thick animal skin, a cloak like her mother’s wrapped around her tiny frame. She tried not to shiver as she stood, and fixed Nattfari with the fiercest gaze she could muster. Even standing at full height she reached just above her mother’s elbows.

Nattfari was shaking his head, “and you intend for this little–”

“She comes with us,” the mother interrupted. Her voice was strong, her arm reached out possessively around her daughter.

“The boat is no place for a child”

“She is strong, she can work.”

As she spoke these words she silently felt the thick coat of animal skin draped around her daughter and was thankful that it hid the child in all her frailty.

“I will not allow for it.”

“Then I will leave,” said the mother turning as she spoke.

“Ha!” said Natfarri, looking at her mockingly, “you cannot leave.”

The mother shot around with a renewed fierceness. “The child comes, or I will leave,” she growled.

Nattfari frowned. “We will bring the matter before Garduar”