...she was a Gipsy,
And liv'd upon the Moors:
Her bed it was the brown heath turf,
And her house was out of doors.
Her apples were swart blackberries,
Herr currants pods o'broom;
Her wine was dew of the wild white rose,
Her book a churchyard tomb.
Her Brothers were the craggy hills,
Her Sisters larchen trees...
Nuri is eight and extremely small for her age, even among the little folk, but she is a fearsome wee thing. Her wild black hair is seldom tamed into braids--only on those days her mother can catch her. Idun calls her 'my little wild one'. Pali is her constant companion, she loves her little brother more than anything in the world, and carries him everywhere.
Pali, whose name means 'little', is as gentle and sweet as a summer wind.