All went well, at first. But certain matters just can't go on our term...
The day was morn', the sun was about to rise, calling the guards out of their deep slumber. Yet found a young maiden, bold and brassy was tiptoing onto the stable, like a shade of coal it seemed from afar. " I hav' no more times to meddle with ye' Stable boy, jus' get to tha' poin'!" She argued roughly, her emotion was scattered in aggravation. "Look, I just want to know you more, I really am, sorry..." Replied the stable boy, Eohilda was such in peeved that her mind was already forgotten his name. "Ya' wan' me more? Or jus' for the tits? Look, I in hurry, ya' can keep it or whateve', perhaps for a remembrance?-" She didn't finish her words, lashing her steed, Hebrew to gallop quick as the guards were about to show up. Of what next of the stable boy felt, she knew naught.
She rode swift like a clasp of thunder, passing over the guards whom was settled a high restriction of this newblood Shieldmaid. The day was dawn, Hebrew paced high and galloped like windy winds in the midst of Fall. All went well, but something was setting Eohilda to her downfall, she fell near Twickenburg, where guardsmen keep their post.
Her eyes opened, several hours later, with light bruises on her left arm, seemed she hit the ground when she fell. The door was all opened, the skies were dusk, but the guardsmen seemed usual with their things by the watchtower. Soon after, she was all settled, her steed seemed to fell by a trip, one of the guard told. She was only faint smiling, hoping not the guards would have noticed of her escape. Several hours they talked later on. She seemed usual and cheerish appealed to earlier, unlike women of peasants, she talked as if she was one of them, lived and acted with natures like of a rider.
She was soon about to depart, she talked none of her importance, but a sly story about the stable boy she meddled with, of course not all were true.
