Aibhilin rode next to her father, a great honor indeed since she was getting plenty of mocking looks for it, but her father was convinced that as long as she was in arm's length she was the safest she could be. The Gods knew she would only follow them anyway if he forbade her to go. It was far better to keep his eldest daughter exactly where he could see her and keep her from getting into trouble.

Their warhorses thundered across the green of the land and finally came to stop at the fields just before the cape. These Vikings moved fast! They should still be on the beach shouldn't they? They really were a force to be reckoned with if they could move that fast over sea and land. Her stomach roiled with anxiety. The stories of the Vikings must hold some truth then. How odd that only a few days ago she had been on that beach, sitting on that sand, lamenting a woman's fate. And now there was a Viking dragon ship on that pale sand and smooth sea rocks. And the field she had picnicked in with her sisters, there stood foreign men, pale like ghosts but all broad shouldered and feral looking. 

Aibhilin's flaming red hair whipped around her head like fire against the sky as she let her green eyes taken in their odd 'visitors'. Strange how these men could still make her father's spine stiffen. These outnumbered sea dogs who made her father swallow his fear and replace it with the bravery of a warrior. Her hand grasped for the pendant around her neck, pressing it to her mouth one last time, she shadowed her father in the slow descent towards the unearthly looking mass of warriors. 

She could see her father glance behind him, giving her that exasperated look mixed with irritation and frustration. The same one she had blew off a mere hours ago, yet now a part of her wished she had listened to it. Her green eyes went down to the scan over each warrior wolf's face, the long braided hair, their strange clothes, their weapons...

Their weapons. So they had meant to try and pillage her home. Her green eye burned with molter anger. A small little thing like her, and yet her anger told her that she should shout at them all to go back to their ship. Go back to their frozen land with strange barbaric people who thought whatever they could take by force belonged to them. Seething atop her horse, she halted when her father raised a hand.  

Her father was a brawny man, with dark brown-red hair and pale green eyes that could glare with all the Sky God's fury when he was deeply angry. Though he never showed his anger on his face, keeping it stoney and grim, his eyes were always honest. With his giant claymore sword strapped to his back, Aibhilin held her head up high. Her father was one of the best warriors in the clan. He had to be. It was how he had kept his claim throughout the years. 

Her father dismounted and gave her a sharp look before she could argue that it was too dangerous for him to be on equal footing with the sea wolves. Closing her mouth, she frowned. Very well. Then she was going too. Dismounting she picked up her bow, her arrows all snug on her back, and marched right up with him and his righthand warrior. None of her clansmen had enough amusement in them to let out a good laugh at the sight. Instead she could feel the air get thicker, as if her actions just made them all more tense.

[color=f26522]"Welcome travelers,"[/color] her father's voice boomed, but while the words were of welcome, their tone was less than inviting, [color=f26522]"What brings ye to our shore?"[/color] Her father gesture around, but Aibhilin could see he was more than plainly pointing out how out numbered the Vikings were. The fire haired lass clutched her bow even tighter, muscles tensing, ready to spring an arrow at any moment. As if she were expecting Muira's words to be the truth. That these men would turn into hissing monsters at any moment.

[color=f26522]"Please tell me, travelers,"[/color] her father's heavy voice sounded louder to her than any thundering their warhorses had ever made, [color=f26522]"why are you so armed ta the tooth fer just a pleasant stroll across MacConnich land?"[/color]