Ceolswith

Ceolswith could be seen speaking with the shieldmaiden and the rider. Signs of being further along with child were obvious as her belly was rounder now. She seemed to be listening to the shieldmaiden's jokes.

"Welcome to the annual Foaling Festival! As Spring approaches it's end, we are gathered to celebrate the fertility of our lands as we sow them, the winter we have weathered, and--most importantly--the bounty of newborn foals! Come one and all, and take part in the games and feasting of the season! May the festival begin!  The first competition shall be archery!"

MEAD-HALL OF SNOWBOURNE / DAY
 

Régnwald cocked his head in enthusiasm to the elderly man, Folcbrand named ''A pleasure.'' and he added ''So yer a farmer. Then I shall say I used to be one of the spear-armed horsemen that patrolled your farmsteads a few years back.'' he nodded to Saewaru in thanks and slightly moved to the right to make space for her beside him.

Régnwald blinked rapidly as the dim light, broken only by the two large fire pits at the hall's center, took over from light. At his first step, he gazed into the heavy gloom above the rafters. Carved Mearas reared, nostrils wide, their hooves kicking the open air and as they looked down on the Eorling, with a deeply-drawn breath, he advanced onward.

Forthstann leant on a knee as he was carefully working a tool in the wooden figure of a horse. He looked a bit more grey than before, but otherwise doing his normal routine. Wood chips would be at his feet, showing that he'd been sitting there for a bit.

Living in Minas Tirith was beginning to get a little better. After finally gaining access to the third ring for getting horseshoes, she found a small green garden. It was a pleasant retreat from the overcrowded stone of the city. Also, the bath houses were beginning to become a favorite when she was not working.

The screams and shouts of a room overfilled with children kept her awake and grumpy. Since arriving to Minas Tirith, Céolswith had not found sleep. Her pockets of coin were also low, since being a foreigner did not help with finding work. All in all, her first few days in Stoningland were tiresome and full of rejection. Her patience was waning due to the noise and she was tired of eating old bread. She closed her eyes, curled up in a corner. Thoughts of the months prior came back to her, forcing her to reconsider her decision to run from home again.

Up on the faint horizon, iron-shod hooves clipping cobble heralded the Horselord's arrival long before he rounded the gentle bend in the path. The man himself sat high in Gramlic's saddle. Adorned in a fine mail coat that was covered with a black surcoat. A brooch of intricate swirls fastened a weather-beaten cloak across broad shoulders. After a few long moments, he brought the beast to a pause nigh to river.

It was so long ago when she have met Regnwald, he was sperewigend also, just joined the first eored, while she already rode few seasons with eored of Wold. She took time to teach each of the folawigends what she knew, some disliked that woman is there to teach them, but it was best way to learn when woman with shield is victorious over man in the dust. They all learned fast, it was time when goblins were hungry cause of long winter as well their wolves. In that winter they rode to the high valleys of the Mark defending the farms and small steads.