Stone Cold

It was getting colder rapidly. Autumn meant that the fires in the Last Hearth were burning day and night to keep most of the cold out. Linnéa did not mind the weather that much, she had warm clothes and a happy family, even though she missed her father greatly. As such the young child had bundled up, in her warm clothes and moved outside while gazing at the clouds that almost looked painted across the sky. It was a peaceful day for a place this far north. There seemed to be no trouble around her father's dead and brothers rise as Lord Lochlain. As such the young child could go ahead with her day as if everything was perfectly normal and fine. The brunette was still on alert, it was something that had been taught to children from a young age, the wilderness could be a dangerous place and as such keeping an eye and ear open at all times was a wise practice.

A young man had appeared, a stranger. The young girl had no problem with strangers, however she liked to know what they were doing here. Was there something her brother needed to know, a message? Was there someone here to trade stuff, or was he just a strange man on an adventure? The young girl left her spot while moving towards the young man, cautiously. 'Who are you?' She started, her voice soft but loud enough in the calm enviroment. Her blue eyes met his while she frowned slightly. He was different, and she was not sure if she liked it.