im wearing a wool shawl and thick clothing, I have on a thick comfy skirt that hangs to my ankles as I wear fur boots and a white bandanna on my head, my hair is blonde and my skin is pale. I’m out by a cold Icelandic river a good distance from my cottage, I use a wooden bucket to get water to bring back to my mother, helga, and brother, thorfinn, as I fill my bucket half way I notice you passing by, I’m a bit annoyed that I can’t have peace and quiet, as I scoff out of frustration