Deuea MacDonald
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 herselfit'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.
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 herselfit'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.