She took Hreddere from his place in the stables when she was stopped by a young face. The young shieldmaiden was giving her a confused look as the Quartermaster was dressed in chainmail.
“Quartermaster,” Niehstu spoke softly, “Is that you? I almost did not recognize you. You almost look like a shieldmaiden.”
“You are not mistaken. At a time, I was.” Ceolswith looked down slightly, "Life got in the way of my training, but that is for another time. Busy?"
Niehstu shook her head, bringing her steed closer.
