[h1]Ylva[/h1]
Location: Edge of Ballara
[i]Attack from the eastern beach. Break them down from the front as the other half of the fleet move up the Grandol river and break through the woods. Burn key buildings, home, barn, ships. No slaves. No survivors. No problems? Keep thinking...and breath idiot![/i]

Ylva kicked down, her feet hitting the sand as she propelled herself up through the water, her arms pushing out as she rose to the surface, letting go of the large stone that fell into the depths. The cold water felt good against her skin, when suddenly air hit the top of her scalp and she took a deep breath. She gasped, coughing as a wet tongue came up to lick her cheek and forehead. 

"Ragnar...Stop..Stop..Ragnar.."

A light laugh escaped her as she pulled herself onto the dock, her tunic crumpled beneath Ragnar's stomach. She put her hand on her bare hips, looking down at him with a quick shake of her head. She clicked her tongue, pushing the great beast off enough for her to grab her tunic and throw it on her body. [i]Fuck it's cold.[/i]

She tousled the great dire wolf's head, before moving down the dock, her eyes locked on the large settlement, that seemed too big for only one person. If it wasn't Rollo's property, she probably would have encouraged Bjarg and Alvid's families to switch with her. She eyed Alvid's wife and kids just out near the barn, helping out with daily chores and playing around with the horses. She left them to their joys moving inside her home, where she looked towards the long hearth found in the center of the room. Platform benches covered in linens and pels gained from hunting and raids, were surrounded the sides of the home along with a few carved tables and stools that were filled with everyday items such as linens, bowls, small jewelry, combs, even some charms and wood carvings to dictate the gods. She moved to the largest bed in the house, her leather tunic, furs, gold bands, blue scarf, and boots set out for her. Her mind was awash with new plans for a coming raid, the small lake outside her home usually helped clear her mind, but today she seemed conflicted with her thoughts. Ragnar strolled towards his favourite bench, his canines digging into a deer bone he snagged during a hunt. Ylva got dressed quickly, grabbing her weapons off a few shelves and placing them on her body, before heading out.

"Bjarg. Bring me Damhus and be fast. I have a meeting with Odinkar and I wouldn't be much of a champion if I made him wait."

The older middleweight man nodded,"Of course. Right away."

She watched him move off to the barn, as she whistled for Ragnar and called out to the kids playing too near the lake, "Careful! We wouldn't want you to be a blota to Aegir before you grow up, and learn how to swim."

The young girl stopped shoving a stick at her brother and looked at Ylva with a smile,"Aegir could never take me down! I'm strong."

Ylva gave a small smirk,"I'm sure you are, but leave the big battles to your mother, she has the fierceness of Odin, that one."

Bjarg was back mid-way through her sentence, giving her the reins, and a small laugh, "Here you are M'am. I'll be sure to tell Friya of the compliment, the lady needs it with how many kids shes brought up."

"More then half the thane to be honest. I'll be back before the sun falls, so have my fire lit and leave out some fish for me."

With that she was off, another short whistle encouraging Ragnar to dart past the horse, whilst keeping nearby.