Mildwynn's parents came from two very different walks of life. Her father, Cenric, a man of the White Mountain ranges, a healer, a serious seeming man, who could seem to reach into another mans heart and mind with a simple look and know what ailed him. Skilled hands and nimble body, but seldom much humour to him at all. During one of his many rides down to follow the riders down on their journeys to the hill fort of Edoras which lay on the slopes of the White Mountains he came across Sunniva, a wild looking ginger haired maiden with bright sage eyes, playing her lute and entrancing the people in the hall. He was taken with her at once. She was not the greatest minstrel he had ever heard in the hall, but the sheer joy in her manner, and the energy about her enthralled him, and during his stay there he wooed her, and her wild and adventurous spirit beguiled him all the more. She was taken with his easy calm, and the empathy he had with others even though he seemed to lack any humour at all. She would always laugh at him and say, "sour wont get you anywhere, it only hurts you no one else, being bitter you stagnate and cant get anywhere, let it go". It always made him smile. By the end of his stay she ventured out with him into the mountains to see what lay there, and in the course of the next few years they eventually wed, and she set aside her travels to work beside him in the mountains.

It was not for several years before their first child, a boy, Eastmund, a strong and health son. Though they tried, there was no luck for many years and so they gave up hope for another child. It was seven more years before unexpectedly Mildwynn was concieved. A difficult birth, warning them of the handful she would be on much older parents now. Yet from the moment she arrived she was lively and filled with the same energy and joy as her mother, the same shock of wild ginger hair and sage green eyes. Both parents were thrilled. From an early age she showed interest in the lute and each night would sit with her mother and learn as hard as she could, persistent and determined as ever she could be, showing more promise even than her mother had. Her brother slightly jealous of this, having no talent at all for music. He had shown little interest in healing either but muddled along once he reached fourteen with his studies in the art.

As Mildwynn grew up she was mostly surrounded by boys and  men, with very few girls in the neighboring houses and in the township nearby. Her quick mind and willingness to scurry around and try to keep up with the boys she was easily their peer if a little smaller and leaner than them, she made up for it in spirit, and willingness to take a knock. Just as quick on a horse, quicker over rocks, falling behind however in feats of strength, she made up for it in cunning and wit. Things changed however, soon her time of fun gave way to work with the events around the corner.

When Mildwynn was only twelve her father and brother were late back from hunting, she had been refused to allowed to go due to bad weather having set in. Another day passed and her mother finally set about to go find them leaving her alone at home. Two days later the door slammed open and her father came in carrying the limp body of her mother. She was pushed aside, her brother crying and screaming, her father yelling at him to be quiet. She rushed for blankets for anything, for the thinks needed she remembered from the lessons her brother was taught to help someone with the elements. It was far too late. Her father threw her against the wall as she came to him, she hit the wall hard, slid down with a sickening crack. Her brother just looked between them all then ran out. She didnt see him again for eight long years. Later that night her father came to her and held her, he had no words. He was lost.

From then on, she was not allowed to play the lute in his presence. Every day she learned the lessons of healing, tended the sick, learned how to recognize various sicknesses and poisons, how to bandage, stitch, and set bones. She of course wasnt taught how to make medicines or anything that advanced yet, she was not ready, not yet. For the next eight years she worked a mans day, on every person her father saw right  beside him, doing all he wanted for her without complaint. A cheery smile and a warm hand, always giving what he needed. Then the raids got worse, up higher up, and her brother returned. He worked beside her for a year, she had to show him what to do, how to do it, he was so far behind, didnt know how to do thing, then it happened. Father turned to her, told her she had to go to Edoras and become a cook in the kitchens there. He had it all arranged. Her brother was home now. He would take his place as a healer and she would take her place safe in the kitchens, learning a trade there.

That night she packed a bag and snuck out with her horse, went down the mountain. She would go down into the plains. She would be a healer down there. The journey they had made every year, once a year at least. She knew the path, she would find the way. It started out safe enough. Her horse was true and sure, but on the path, the rains had shifted the rocks had become unstable, and in the dark she hadn't see it. The ground slipped beneath the horses feet and in its panic it pushed free a supporting rock, tumbling down the last stability of the earth beneath them both. She jumped free and the horse made it to safe ground, she did not. Riding the landslide down on a large fallen tree she saw the horse bolt back toward home and she held on as tight as she could. The wind had her now, it would take her where it would. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. No sense being sour, cant do anything that way, got to keep moving.