Hallo there!
Called out Journey, to the little pale woman she had watched come up to the lake's edge for a drink. Journey found settlement along the lake bed further west after having caught two fish - one for herself now and one for her travels back home. At least, this had been the original intention. Yet despite so many of her family hardened as the ice and rock around them, Journey was not. She would rather take companionship over the extra food.
Care to share a meal with me?
She spoke the common tongue to her, yet accented of course. In Northfall, so many spoke icelandic that she rarely had the need to speak anything but.