The early morning air was quiet and crisp while the men continued to sleep the previous day's activities. And yet there was something in the air that spoke of growing tension. 

Like the string of a hunter's bow being drawn too tight.

Astrid felt it as surely as she felt the breeze against her skin and it made her anxious. Made her fidgety. She spent most of the night at the end of the line, mediating at her own risk, trying to ignore the odd feeling that had been growing in the pit of her stomach for a few hours. Her fingers tighten around the wooden staff which laid upon her lap, she felt each snore and wave around her. Using her duties to distract herself was amiss and calmly dismissed the notion. But right now something just felt off and she couldn't explain even if she tried to.

"[b]Land!, praise the god's we found land![/b]" 

The familiar words rang out, a blessing to these Vikings. She was not surprised when the ship shifted from complete silence to utter chaos of men bouncing around her. Each one brought out from their slumber by the call of dirt.

With a deep breath, she rose from her state and pushed herself towards the front of the boat. On the horizon, indeed land was approaching and the church which claims most of the view. She let out a weak, frightened sound, as she saw the stone cross that has come to harm her kind. She could feel the heavy weight of watching eyes as she maneuvered through the ship, back to her spot.

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Astrid was never one to act recklessly, nor to be found in the front of the line of attack. However, something pulled and tugged at her soul. A powerful force had lured the young volva to the dark shore more potent than her instinct to stay abroad along with the remaining men. She strode to the where the men have had gathered on land. She shoved herself once more to the front and the men all moved, turning towards and stilled when they saw her, saw a woman, standing there in not but in a simple dress and staff.