Times pass on, like streamy rivers, run wild It seems. Eohilda, the Green. Peasants and riders may say, not alike, not anymore. She's grown, a bold one and a fierce. Thirst of ventures run deep through her veins, yet as you might not notice, a hollow behind her bolden grasp of fierce alike, a gaff between them, her bond, family bond.
29 years ago her mother wasn't give birth into one, but two of a young child, one was left away, but one was left not. The left one was sent away into a pit of the forgotten, yet a peasant, an unknown picked up and raised her like her own child, grew till firm yet she did not have a chance of meeting her mother.
She, Eohilda did not know of it till a coincidence matter was set hold, her uncle did not mention any of her bond, but slipped a note before her departure into The Wold. But truth will eventually be uncovered, and the "will" for this secret is now.
This is a new dawn for Eohilda, where she awaits upon Regnwald and his men to return to be taken oath as a shieldmaiden, and to fulfill her gaff.
