In time before, I considered myself brutally displaced. I had lived with my parents and young brother. I anticipated becoming a greenbriar bride to the love of my lifetime. It never happened.

Sorrowful times flooded me and I learned I am a survivor. Fortuneately a quality admired by the Amazons who found me foraging in the forest where they hunted. I was glad not to have been mistaken for a boar. Given a place to be, I worked hard to show my gratitude. Selected as worthy, I trained in hand to hand, blade to blade and archery, with the most feirce of warriors. Now I travel as I may from the land of my origin, Temhair Luachra in Munster. Not altogether the life I dreamed about but better than no life at all.

My earliest memories are of walks sheilded by the magical mists that would embrace our farmland. Do you like the mist? Maybe I'll meet you there.