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Unusually enough, the stark white seafoam mass stayed upon the sands when the rest of the sea retreated. It picked up on the wind and floated. Small little distances. No more than a meter or two at a time. There it bobbled and swayed towards the sea elf. It caught a gust and rose up higher than the heads of Hethel and Aquari. It slowly floated down just as again lightning coursed through the sky, illuminating something within the sea foam. Jarl Hethel was walking back up the slope towards the ringfort, completely oblivious to Aquari's presence when suddenly he paused to look down and admire the glowing light within the sea foam. He smiled light-heardedly, taking in the sight for sore eyes, the beautiful colors within the tiny bubbles causing his mind to relax.

Aquari had been too focused on whatever was calling her toward the sea where the dragon had been that she almost didn't sense the other viking, Engöll, coming up behind her. She silently cursed herself for not paying attention as she turned around to see the ulfhedinn with a bow and arrow pointed at her. He spoke some strange words that made no sense to her at all, but his body language was clear enough. Aquari looked to the sea and then back at the viking. She could make it she was sure. She thought of the trident on her back or the sword on her hip... no would be too slow. The blue stone in her bag pulsed as if it sensed the danger and was ready for it's power to be released... Aquari though took a step back raising her hands before her she said. "I mean you no harm I was only trying for the sea...unseen..." Engoll took note of Aquari's sword and trident, but when she turned around to face him with her hands raised, he became even further convinced that she wasn't much of a threat.

Engoll lowered his bow, but kept his arrow notched, pointing to the ground. The elf's words were unfamiliar to him, causing Engoll to tilt his head quietly as if confused. "Af hverju, þú ert bara stelpa. Hvað færir þig hingað? Ertu týndur?" Engoll's questions sounded concerned. He would take a second to scan her over with his eyes before speaking again. "... Veistu hvað er að gerast við öll þessi undarlegu atburði?" he asked, watching the sea elf for any sudden movements or anything that might seem threatening to him. Engoll was unaware of the illumination in sea foam, as he kept his gaze on Aquari with interest. What was a young girl doing snooping around a viking camp by herself? Where were her parents? Did they send her to get help? Was she a thief, a spy, a herald? Or just a hungry orphan in need of protection? In any case, her language was unfamiliar to him, so she couldn't have been sent by the king. His curiosity heightened.