Brigid didn't come down to the harbour often, but the day was so beautiful and she'd been feeling homesick lately, so she'd headed down to look at the boats and those working on them. She whispered to the wind as she did so, asking for fair winds to follow the sailors wherever they went just as she had so many times back home.

She heard the faint wounds of a song and headed that direction, smiling at the familiar face. "Ye look t'be makin fine progress there."