Who am I?

A question I never asked myself, for I am sure who I am. I know my name, I know I bear the name of Woad to those I do not yet know well enough to share the true name with, that I am a daughter of a family rather recent to the land, starting with my grandfather - whose name is free once more, but out of respect, I shall not speak, or write, still.

I am a wanderer, a roamer, a vagabond - people call me what they will. I am a hunter and to an extent, a trader. But that is what I am to myself. But yesterday, the man I walk my path with had asked me a question I cannot shake off - who am I to others?

And the answer to that is... unpleasant to me. I am overly serious. I am firmly rooted in my beliefs and traditions. I am a stranger, an outsider, that they can barely put a name to, because I am reclusive and mistrusting. To others, I am but a face in the crowd and those that remember me for my name and how I am I could count on the fingers of a single hand. At least those not related to me - in this case, family is irrelevant. They know and understand me and my traditions, and partially, so does the traveler in my heart. But the others... do not.

I feel like I should change that. I feel like it would make my life easier.

Even as today, he is not home, visiting the woman he traveled to Bree with, the question haunts me. I wished to meet the woman before - I have heard much of her, both from the bitter man that he was and the more joyful person he turned into now, and for all the words, I wished to pass my own judgment on the woman from what I see and hear. But now, I feel like I should just meet her for the sake of meeting another. Getting to know a person that isn't me, him, a family member. And someone I have mutual people in common with might be a good idea.
My heart worries for this visit, both his and mine. For reasons many, varied and irritatingly alien to me. I would not call myself secular - I believe and know the matters of spirit. But I am rational and pragmatic - or so I believed. The doubt irritates me.

I should talk with someone about it.

I should change. For my own betterment. I thank you, the traveler in my heart, for making me realise this.