The sound of the horses that grazed around the lands brought a smile to the young girls face. While the birds cawed overhead bringing the sky to life, along with the rustling of deer that moved nearby. It calmed her the sound of nature in itself, to her being in the wide open field brought a freedom to her. That she couldn't feel back in the central camp, always being nagged by her mother to fix this in her weaving or do this or that. Sometimes it drove her crazy, while at other times it made her work harder to please her mother. It was in her mothers famous ' words' of her mother. A woman who can weave and cook, shall make a good wife someday It sounded abit out there. But there was some truth that lied within that saying, a man did want a wife who could tend to household chores easily. He didn't want some bafoon that couldn't weave or cook for a wife now did he?

She was clad in a long tunic and a short sleeved skin shirt with her mothers weaving into it of a olive that matched the symbol around her neck. She didn't wear her leggings as she didn't need them, running across the feild along side a few horses who trotted beside her. Her long black hair flying out behind her as she smiled looking to the majestic creatures. She knew she would never be as fast as them but a girl could dream couldn't she. If there was anyone else around she wouldn't have know at the time as she was in her own world. Finally coming to a stop her head tilting up towards the sky silently thanking the great god for such a beautiful day they were having. It may have been abit warm but she didn't mind it at all she prefered it over winter any old day that was for sure. Her breath coming fast from the running as her chest rose and fell in time with her breathing.