It was a normal day for Floki he was whittling away at a piece of wood like he did any other day as he walked along the shore near his home. Floki paused his whittling when he heard a noise ahead of him that sounded like a cry, looking up from his carving he saw a something strange near his home, it appeared to be body. It was a small crumpled thing that laid in the surf. Turning his head slightly to side as he approached, calculating and inspecting the form for any possible threats he adjusted the knife he held. Once he was closer Floki could tell that the person washed up on his shore was a woman and a tiny one too. She was slim build and skin was pale, her hair was a dark auburn color much like the trees he fancies to build his ship with. She was not like anything he had seen before. Upon farther inspection of this strange woman who washed up on his shore he noticed a wound at her side along with multiple scrapes and bruises across her body, she had obviously been through something; sheathing his knife and dispensing of his piece of wood he picked up the woman and carried her into his house; she was light, hardly weighed a thing he thought.
Floki placed the young women near the fire pit in his home, observing her more he took in her features; her nose was slightly up turned it was small just like the rest of her, her lips slightly parted as she breathed were a pale pink; Floki rubbed his thumb ghostly over her lips they were soft, surprisingly for the condition he found her in. Trailing his eyes down her body Floki noticed that her clothes where worse for wear they were tattered and torn the only reason that they were still on her body was because they were wet and clung to her. Moving the scrap of clothing aside to farther inspect the wound Floki discovered it was not all that bad, the river had cleaned it; the gods were looking out for her. All he had to do was create a salve and wrap the wound.
As Floki was cleaning the young woman the door to his home opened. "Floki?" Came a sweet female voice Floki new all too well.
"Hello Helga." He answered not looking up from his task.
"Who is this?" She asked from the door her black lined eyes surveying the woman.
"I do not know. I found her washed up on the shore." Standing up he went to Helga and kissed her lightly on the lips. "She will need a change of clothes, can you see to that?" He asked running his hand through her pale yellow locks. Helga nodded and went to collect new clothes for the unknown woman. Floki left the room unlike his fellow kinsmen he had more respect for the privacy of women.
It did not take long for Helga to change the nameless woman's clothes, even with being careful of the wound at the woman's side. She had picked out one of Floki's old shirts in hopes of being more comfortable and giving space for the girl's wounds to heal. Helga covered the woman with pelts to keep her warm before going to find Floki. Helga found Floki laying on one of the beams for a new ship. "She's been through a lot." Helga stated as she leaned on the beam near Floki.
Turning to her, "Yes, but where did she come from? She is not from here I have surely never seen her before. Have you?" Helga responded with a shake of the head.
"Should we tell Ragnar of her?"
Floki looked up to the sky contemplating his answer, "No we shall at least wait till we find out who she is." Helga reached for his hand as he sat up. "What Ragnar does not know will not hurt him." Floki hopped from the plank and landed without a sound, "Come Helga; it is late and I have a feeling from the Gods that our guest will be awaking soon."
