Ásdís gaped at the man for a moment before a jubilant laugh escaped her. Too loud and too harsh, neighbors turned to glare at the noise but quickly turned away. How could he not know what he was signing up for!? 

Grinning at the silliness of it all Ásdís ignored the press of bodies forcing her closer and closer to her companions. On the ship they’d be this close anyway; quarters would be tight. 

“Of course that is what we are lining up for!” She piped eagerly. “Honor! Bravery! A chance to win our names and shields…” She had a dreamy look in those bright round eyes, as if being strapped into a wooden death trap was the finest thing she could ever dream. 

Adlif had lost track of his daughter for a moment, only a moment. But when he found her again she was socializing with the seiðmann of all people! The damnable girl was too friendly, too trusting! Had she no brain? No wits? 

“Ásdís!” He shouted above the den, determined to tell her that no daughter of his would consort with a witch. But the dozy redhead was animatedly gesticulating to her companion, pushed closer and closer to the man as the crowd around her compressed. Of her father’s cries she heard naught.

“Isn’t it glorious?” She wanted to know, beaming up at her companion. “I’ve never left home before…” The smallest frowns curved her lips as a knot of worry gripped Ásdís tightly. But just was quickly as it came it was gone, replaced with good natured enthusiasm. “Have you?”