Scralig is not her name, it’s a curse. 

It's what the people of Vinesvik call her. Her golden eye is the cause. It's what makes the old women curl their fingers against its evil and turn their faces away. Her blue eye ties her to the fair-haired folk of Vinesvik. Once, by her blue eye, she swore she saw the ravens laughing before they flew off to whisper into Odin's ear. Her golden eye ties her to darker kin. Her grandmother’s people have hair the color of a raven's wing and eyes black as a starless night. Only Scralig and her grandmother have inherited the golden eye. Once, through her golden eye, Scralig saw a thunderman land in the upper pasture. Black smoke rolled off his wings and nets of lightning flickered along his arms.