Sneaking Out Closed Doors

Inga sat quiet, still, like a rune stone amidst the snow as she watched the little girl, amusement on her face. Was she ever once that young? Dimly… dimly in her memory she could remember wandering into her first snow with her brother Chetan at her side. The innocent days of wonder before her world flipped on its head. The girl, Eisleif if Inga recalled correctly, would grow braver and soon strike out of the den along the path her parents had worn in front of it. She'd fall face first and Inga would smile, keen eyes watching. Perhaps some might think it cruel of her to watch the girl struggle to pull herself out of the snow rather than rushing over and cuddling her, telling her it was alright. Yfir was no place for coddling and it was important for the youngling to overcome struggles and to grow in strength.

"Good morning EIsleif, where are you off to this morn?"

"Speech"