Eniri

First Daughter of the Mountain

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The first daughter of the mountain, Eniri is a fierce young woman who will give any warrior a run for their money. She doesn’t remember her mother, but everyone says that they see her in Eniri. She takes pride in that, as her mother was renowned for her kindness. Eniri excels in anything physical. She can run with the elk, creep with the foxes, and fight with the bears. The mountain has raised her to be strong and quick. There is one thing she has not been able to overcome however. Her father’s view of her brother.

Although he loves them both greatly, Eniri has always been in her brother’s shadow, regardless of how well she did wielding an axe or shooting a bow. Her father often would remind her that Fenar would be chief one day and that she would be a wife and mother. Fenar and Eniri loved each other very much, and if one of them got into a scrape the other quickly came to their rescue. When they were still very young, Eniri wondered away from the village. Fenar tracked her for an hour before finding her crouching behind a rock. Fenar was about to call her name, when he saw some sort of ghoul eating the carcass of a dear just beyond the rock. Eniri seemed to be watching it, unseen by the monster. Fenar slowly crept forward until he could reach out and touch her. He cupped his hand over her mouth and grabbed hold of her. She quietly panicked before seeing her brother. He released her and held a finger to his lips to signal her to be silent. He led them away from the ghoul but unfortunately he was too concerned with what was behind them as opposed to the ground ahead. He stepped on a twig snapping it and the ghoul turned. It let out a scream and charged. The two children ran as fast as their little legs would carry them. Fenar looked back but his sister was nowhere to be seen. The ghoul was on his tail and just before it caught him it fell to the ground. He looked to see his sister run up from the bushes she had hid in and, stone in hand she began to strike it repeatedly. Over and over again caving its head in. Fenar ran back with a stick and shoved the sharpest end deep into its heart. When they returned their father was waiting for them. Eniri was elated to tell him of their victory but Fenar knew that the victory would not lessen the punishment for running off.

In their teen years Fenar, Eniri and some friends went out to the cliffs and he took a nasty tumble off the edge. One of the girls ran back to the village for help and the boys all looked for a safe way down. They grabbed a rope from their pack began to tie one end to the closest tree so they could repel down. Eniri had a quicker way in mind though. She took hold of the other end and flung herself off the cliff. She heard all of them scream as they scrambled to hold the rope and luckily it held fast. She quickly descended down toward her brother who appeared to be unconscious with his arm lying at an unnatural angle. When she got down to him she ripped part of his shirt and used it to tie his arm to his side. She then wrapped the rope around him and called for them to pull him up. As they did she free climbed the cliff wall to the astonishment of all and made it up just in time to see her father and half the village run into the clearing. Fenar recovered quickly, but because of her recklessness she was confined to a hut until her brother’s arm healed completely.

There was one adult who saw her for the leader she would one day grow to be however. Her great grandfather Grane. While Fendar and Frendar both showered praise upon Fenar, Grane would give his attention to his great granddaughter. She loved him very much and he would encourage her that she would be able to do all that she set out to do. Out living even the sages and seers of the tribe, Grane was the oldest member of the tribe. He rarely concerned himself with the daily odds and ends of running the tribe but he would offer advice when asked for it. Grane would often lie in his hut surrounded by small critters. He loved his great grand daughter very much and would refer to her a little bear. On her 15th birthday, she was called to his hut. She entered and he greeted her with a feeble kiss. He then pointed to a box in the corner. Since the Fenriir tribe traveled a lot it was uncommon for them to have anything that would be unwieldy to carry. Most of their possessions fit in a sack or a scabbard. When she opened it she gasped in awe. Inside was the pelt of the great bear that Grane had tamed so long ago. “This once belonged to one of my dearest friends,” Grane said. “He was an excellent mount and protected me through many a dangerous encounter. When he died I couldn’t part with him. I had him fashioned into a cloak which I wore in my younger days. Today I give it to you.”

“But Kaja,” she said, honoring his age with the mountain word for elder, “Your days of adventuring are long in the past. Why was this not given to you son or my father or brother as is custom?”

“My son was brave and strong as a mountain man should be, and his honor is unrivaled to this day, but he would not have valued it as a friend. Your father would have only seen it as a badge of prestige and not cherished the memories of the beast. Your brother would have seen it as a curiosity and valued it only for its place in the history of our tribe. You, my sweet Eniri, will see it as it should be viewed. As a great honor. As a piece of our tribe’s great story. You will treat it with respect and yet were it with pride. It will show all that you are not just some girl whom can be bought and sold for a dowry of goats. It will show that you are a force to be reckoned with and when the time comes, it will signify your true place in this tribe.” With tears in her eyes, she wrapped her Kaja in an embrace and when they released she was cloaked in the hide of the great bear. This caused no little amount of strife between herself, her father and grandfather. Regardless, she wears it with pride and refuses to relinquish it under any circumstances.

Eniri

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