It was a calm and bright Spring day. Yellow and white flowers were flowering on the pleasant green of the Bree-lands. Asatrid wondered when her kin would leave this boring place and hold to their homes in the woods again. She had painted the mane of her wooden toy horse red with berries and named it Eld Frow. Now she was making Eld Frow wander around the yard of the Jarnslar with Oakscent, Twigmane and Woodtail. She heard his father approach with Gelert. The child greeted her father with joy. The dog ran to her and after making a few circles around her, he laid his belly on the ground playfully to let Asa climb on -or rather mount- him. The three had their fun under the light of the early Spring Sun.
Then Kalf took Asatrid to the waters that flowed right beside the Jarnsalr. Asa did not know how to swim but she loved floating her toys therein. They started to look fro a suitable spot for Asa's first swimming practice and they found it. Asatrid left her backpack on a rock and let her little body into the waters of the river flowing. It was quite an adventure to brave the waters. The presence of her ever-wakeful father was giving her a deep confidence and a profound sense of security. With her father's help she learned to swim and she even swam after her floating toys -which was rather dangerous- and she was brought back to the land safely.
After a while she grew weary and hungry. You know, swimming makes this to even grown-ups. She took her dry clothes from her backpack and changed. Then the three took their path to return back to the Jarnsalr.
There were two mounted figures in the yard, Whunjo and Uhruz were talking -or rather arguing- with them. Asatrid got enchanted by the darker figure, which was a corrupted elf, but she could not discern. All that she could sense was a great power summoning her little will and being. She just kept staring at this dark elf, drawn to her like a small pin is attracted to a strong magnet. After a wild and scary laughter, the elves turned around and the female elf picked Asatrid up from the ground. The child did not respond, she was rather content with it. As the men kept roaring and screaming, Gelert started to bark wildly at them, yet the steeds of the elves were faster than any being that has been available to the knowledge of the woodsmen.
Asatrid sat silently as the elves advanced into the distance. Then they stopped. Her kin was running after them and as she heard their voice, her senses began to come back. The elf was holding her tight and her sharp nails were hurting her body. The child started to cry.
