(Minor detail, I donīt think she towers quite over men...)
Yrsa was desperatly searching for her little boy, whenever she saw children being sold on the slave market she anxiously scanned their faces, yet luckily Leif was not among them.
Over time she grew weary, yet there were so many places to look! Sighting she sat down on a bench for some moments, trying to rest a bit, as she was still tired from the journey home.
Now through circumstance Leif left his secure position above the streets and passed through the crowd just when his mother was getting up again. "Halt! Leif, is that you?", she shouted and quickly made her way through the crowd, pushing some people aside. "Where were you, you little rascal?", she asked her son angrily, turning him around and shaking him a bit. Except for a few swats she had never spanked her son, but now she had half a mind to take him over her knee here and now!
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