"All the strangers on your path
Crossroads that lead us from home
The cooling hymn for soulful Yuletide hearth
All the songs of wilderness
The truth in which you fall
They’re your lost troves, but that’s what you recall.."
(Lifetime of Adventure - Credit)

Gwenllyn has lived and breathed her every moment since birth on the road, traveling, seeing and being seen. Since infancy she has indulged in exploration of the spirited kind, in the arms of her mother and Guardianship of her Father. Their means of transport a caravan pulled by the old Grey Pony, they spent maybe only a week or so at a time in locations and settlements. Their days being employed in taking odd jobs, looking over ruins, old buildings, seeing what treasures and such they could obtain and collect. They delighted in finding things of old.

A fond memory for her mother was when Gwenllyn was but a few weeks old and held in her little hands a Gem of white, mesmerized, its soothing colour and glow soothed her from wailing cries. It was from that moment her mother knew she would inherrit their trait of exploration.

Ofcourse, she did, as she began of age, the spirited age of Sixteen, she set out on her own accord, with what education, sensibility, tough of manner, daggers on her person and a mind of curiosity, she made her way south, and soon found herself amongst the sun-kissed lands. Amazed by the behaviour of the man and women, even more so  by the Dunlings. Yes she just about ventured forth everywhere, gaining a vast knowledge of the lands, their peoples, their ways, even obtaining certain key phrases in their languages, old and new. 

Over time, and growing older to the years of young womanhood, and noticing attention falling on her more than she would have liked, she took to being more cautious, and started to wear more dangerous weapons. More often or not the men were just in her face, but who could know for certain if one would be more handsy. She saw often in her travels how women were used, and settled upon her mind, that such things would  never happen to her, seperating herself from all male attention.

The West was in her sights, and on foot, backpack, furs, food and a clear head in mind, she made her way...