#anunexpectedvisit

The morning had nearly began when Smalljon made his way towards the stables where he saddled his horse, preparing it for their long journey westward. He would travel by himself, for several reasons. On his own he would reach the island much faster than when he travels in a group. When he told his father about his plans the night before, the man approved straight away. Greatjon saw several benefits in his son’s trip to Bear Island. Greatjon himself was very fond of the women living there and he would like nothing more than his son to make one of them his wife. Smalljon knew. Yet, he also knew it is an almost impossible task to make them like him if they are all like Dacey Mormont. The name made a grin curl up around his lips as he got onto his horse, leaving Last Hearth behind. After two days of traveling through the rough landscape of his beloved North, he finally reached the coast. Smalljon now was only a boat trip away from Bear Island. He traded his horse for a passage to the remote island in the middle of the Bay of Ice. Luckily it was a peaceful crossing. Smalljon always preferred the land above the ice cold waters. That morning he woke up by the very first sunlight of the day that was shining down upon his face. Smalljon gathered his belongings  before he set foot on land again with great relief. The man who had safely brought him to Bear Island told him which direction to go and after a short hike he saw the gate. On the gate there was a craving of a woman in bearskin with a babe suckling at her breast in one arm and a battleaxe in the other. It told him nearly everything there is to know about the women of Bear Island. Smalljon could admire their strength and fierceness. 

He didn't walk around all too long. It was folly, he would never find her if he didn't even know where to look. ''Excuse me,'' Smalljon started when a group of girls passed him. ''I am looking for Dacey Mormont, do you happen to know where I can find her?'' One of the girls nodded and pointed at the other side of the central square. ''It looks like she is occupied though.'' Smalljon nodded, now he at least knew she is one of the woman sparring. The girl offered to walk with him. Together they watched the battle going on in front of them. Jon had to admit he was rather impressed, by both girls. 

Once the battle was decided, the girl told him to wait and walked into the direction of the woman who had won. ''Dacey?'' Her voice was soft as she looked up at the tall woman standing in front of her. ''There is someone here for you..''