Background

Deuea MacDonald has had a hard life.  Orphaned by a raid of the Campbells on her parents' barely-subsistent farming land, she fled, the sole survivor, coastwards until she reached Cruden, where she eked out an existence as something between a pet, a mascot, and a village child.  Always placid, she's noted for two things: being where she's not expected, watching (she's quite adept at concealing herself—it's how she survived!) from shadows, and never, ever, not once, shedding tears (even when being whipped with a switch for theft in her early days in Cruden, she didn't shed a tear).

Her fascination with Tiðfriðr and subsequent adoption by same is something that will have more than a few tongues wagging over ensuing months….

Appearance

Scrawny.  Auburn.  Brown eyes.  Nothing of Deuea hints at what she might grow into.  Will she be plain or a beauty?  It's unknowable.  Will she be mighty or slender?  Let's get a bit of food in her for a while and see how she grows.

There are some hints, however.  She is fleet of foot, like a hart outrunning wolves.  She is flexible like a stoat, using that to get into places you'd swear she could not fit.  She will probably not be mighty of stature.  Until, however, she grows up, she's a child: dirt-streaked face, patched-up clothing and all.