The day was still early and Urimenor had just come back from foraging for more herbs and medicinal plants. As she entered the village she paused and looked around, it was quiet. She could see the fishermen down on the docks and men coming back from morning hunts. Uri looked to her left and saw that the metal-smith was awake and getting his fire warmed up. When she looked to her right she saw the mountains and at the base of them was the witches' home.

Most girls got betrothed between the ages of 13 and 15 and got married after they turned 16. Well, for witches it was rare to become betrothed, so they normally lived together. Since Uri had just recently turned 17 she was being forced to move into the witches' home with the other 2 witches that lived there. One was an older woman, old enough she could be a village elder, and the other was a middle-aged woman.

Urimenor shivered before she turned right, headed towards the witchs’ home. The path beneath her furry leather boots changed to a more uneven path, proof the path wasn’t taken very often. Once Uri reached the door she knocked and then entered, no one said anything as she entered. She simply went to the stairs and climbed up.

Her space would be the small paper floor of the house since she was the only one able enough to get to it. She was in the process of moving her stuff, thankfully she had already moved most of it and she just needed to get furs and blankets before winter hit. She looked around her small space and stored the herbs in a safe place before she went back down the stairs and left. The house was dead silent and no one ever said anything to anyone anyway.

When Urimenor left the house she looked around and froze, in front of her, in the distance she could see a group of fishing ships bringing in a whale. With a sigh, she headed for the docks. Certain parts of the whales were useful, like their bones, they made excellent braces.

As she walked closer to the docks the fishermen were seen hauling it on land and they had begun gutting the large beast and hauling its guts out before throwing them back out in the ocean. When she got closer villagers made way for her. One of the perks of being a witch was that if something was that no one ever questioned what you were doing because they knew they wouldn’t understand anyway. They just made way and allowed her to get right up to the whale.

“ᛁ ᚾᛖᛖᛞ ᛒᛟᚾᛖᛋ” (I need bones) She said in a monotone voice, seeing that they had cut enough meat away already to expose the bone. One of the fishermen glared at her for a moment then let out a huff and he took the back of his axe and struck the large bone several times until it broke. They cut the rest of the meat away from it before making a pile of large bones.

“ᛁ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᚾᛖᛖᛞ ᚻᛖᛚᛈ” (I will need help) she said as if it wasn’t obvious enough, the irritated fisherman motioned for his sons to help Uri. Once they picked up the bones she led them back to the witches’ home where they dropped them outside and left. With a bored sigh, Uri watched the young men walk away before she began bringing in the bones one by one. The other witches stared at her wide-eyed.

“ᛏᚻᛖᚣ ᚳᚫᚢᚸᚻᛏ ᚫ ᚹᚻᚫᛚᛖᛳ” (They caught a whale?) The middle-aged woman said in an arrogant tone. “ᛏᚻᛁᛋ ᛚᚫᛏᛖ ᛁᚾ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛋᛖᚫᛋᛟᚾᛳ” (this late in the season?)

“ᛈᚱᛟᛒᚫᛒᛚᚣ ᛋᛁᚳᚴᛧ ᛗᚫᚴᛖ ᛋᚢᚱᛖ ᚫᛚᛚ ᛟᚩ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛒᛟᚾᛖᛋ ᚫᚱᛖ ᛋᛏᚱᛟᚾᚸ” (Probably sick, make sure all of the bones are strong) The oldest witch said, motioning to one bone and prodding it with her walking stick.

“ᛁᛏ ᛏᛟᛟᚴ ᛏᚻᛖᛗ ᛗᚫᚾᚣ ᛋᛏᚱᛁᚴᛖᛋ ᛏᛟ ᛒᚱᛖᚫᚴ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛒᛟᚾᛖ” (It took them many strikes to break the bone) Uri said and the oldest one nodded, concluding their conversation.

What I use to get the Nordic translator