Caedyn's sixteenth Wintersday. She and her brothers eagerly tore into
their gifts as their father snored in a chair, unable to muster
enthusiasm at the absurdly early hour.
“What by Koda's furry
balls be this?!” Caedyn exclaimed indignantly, holding up a bright
pink dress of satin and silk, trimmed on the bodice and sleeves with
froths of white lace.
Her youngest brother grinned mockingly.
“Figur'd it were perfect for ye.”
“Heimskr Finn!”
Caedyn cursed, as her brothers started to chuckle. “Let's be seein'
you wear it!” She launched herself at him, only to be caught by
Tryggr as Finn escaped.
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