Ásdís turned obligingly to the left as she peered across the shore. Her own parents had not attended having said goodbye to their smallest daughter the night before. The redhead took this as a sign in their belief that she would succeed and turned away with a security in herself. A child would always believe she could be fruitful if only her parents told her so. For they knew much more than herself and how could they be wrong? Their assurance in her great deeds to come more premonition than hopeful wishing. 

Turning back to her companion the rush of confidence she felt was faltering already and they hadn’t even left the beach line. 

“Do you think the splinters will be particularly bad?” She asked trying for light and teasing and falling short. More concerned and uncertain. The bright smile on her young face was at odds with the furrowing of her brow and the sidelong glances to their noble leader. His speed had indeed been short. 

It was always daunting when your day dreams were not being met. Of course Ásdís had always thought of the riveting speeches she’d give and receive. Sighing she tugged on the oar at the command to get the ship moving. Even with the witch at her side the motion was unfamiliar and tentative under her hands. Too much pressure and she was yanking the wood awkwardly against her companion, not enough and the oar was not really moving in time with it’s companions. 

Soon Ásdís was consumed with the task and doing her best to perfect her technique while shooting furtive glances at Hralding in order to ensure he didn’t know how terrible an oarsman she was. 

For Now. Ásdís assured herself shoving the plank away from herself and bumping elbows with Rat Eater. She’d improve, surely!