#skogsyn

                  He was young, younger than most of her customers, and yet she had seen him before - he was the son of Steinar, the smith just outside of the village. This time, however, he was alone. He was tall, the fur around his shoulders making him more bulky than he probably was underneath, and he looked at her with an expression that told her he needed help.

          "Lady Sigrúnn," he started, a little out of his depth. In the past, he had waited outside while his father spoke to the seer, but his father was not here and he had come, all alone, with nothing more than the bag he could carry. He needed her help, her insight, her guidance.

           His mother had told him the Seeress would always guide him. And his mother's words had never proven to be untrue.

          "Grandmother?" she asked, her feet making all but soft sounds on the floor of the hut. Her mother and fathers were sleeping soundly, it was that early, and she no longer felt like hiding under the furs of her bed. She always got antsy if she had to stay down too long, even even tugging at her papa's beard had not woken him up.