The flame haired woman was seeking her queen. From her tiny home on a tiny island she silently slips into the sea. With water rushing over her shoulders she turns in a spiral upon her back. With strong green eyes watching the clouds she swims towards France. On the morrow she will have feet upon French soil. Her majesty the queen Seighin Cumhaill spoke so kindly of the king. Her only hope was that her message arrives on kindly and welcoming ears of his majesty king of France.

Alternating her breaths with the gentle paddling of her feet this young woman begins her quest of life.

The swim was long, and pleasant by time her head hit the shores of France. With permission of the king to cross the lands she crawled from the water loosing her relaxing view of the sky. With her legs shaking and tired from the swim she was slow crossing France. Many stared at her, but gave little greetings.

Finally after two days she arrived into the main gathering of Irish knights. The look was unmistakable to her. Quickly she found her first duel, getting miserably beat up. To her surprise the same man would days later accept another. Still winning but an interesting defeat it was showing to be.

With great humor she found herself socializing with her people. Even a smidgen with her queen. She was young and eager upon being called forth for service. Waiting and resting she built up quickly news of her feifdom was good life was looking good for her. Even is some of the Irish seemed quiet, and distant.

Perhaps it was her flame red hair, but she told herself she would continue no matter what.

He had helped her up after they had their duel. He patted her back for her courageous efforts. He knew in no time she would be able to win some duals. He watched her walk off to find whatever she is looking for.


Welcome to Ireland miss...I am Majestic call me Maj.

Popping up to the mans aide a softly smile crossed her red lips. Surely a knight who was this gentle after giving a beating was worth at least a poor knights smile.

"Knight Maj." She mumbled his name softly to herself. Preparing to chase after him for a few words she finds her next challenge was ready. Seeing knight Welf entering the ring she giggles. Recalling offering him tending of his wounds. Though she knew it would be her wounds that needed tending. "Well hello ready to chase me?"

He finally got to see her up close when she turned to him. She was a beautiful red head. He heard her called out his name as he started to walk off then stop to turn. He laughed at her when she had said to another Knight if he was ready to chase her.


Go get him lady. Show him your stuff as you did to me.


He grins at her....he knew only time she would be just as good but she did challenge him in a way that no woman has done to him before.

Welf just got up from his bed, where he had ended after his last turney. He was looking for an opponent of his strenght in order to have a good first fight after being ill. So he challenged Molly for a duel. Gladly, she accepted and they could fight against each other.
Ironically, it was her who tendered his wounds when he was wounded in bed.

He tried not to hit her that hard but finally, she had to surrender. It was a good fight and welf was proud to see that she was becoming stronger.

He watches the duel between the two and was quite please about the lady. He went to her and helped her up and dusted her off. He pulled out his healing kit.

Here let me tend your wounds lady. By the way I never got your name. May I ask for your name?


He cleaned up her wounds and occassionally looking up at her and smiles.

Slyly she smirked to hear the fine knight Majestic beckoning her to victory. Alas perhaps she was a bit to star struck of Welf or flattered by the kindly eyes of Maj, but victory wouldn’t be found. The cherish of the flirtatious battle of wits and basic human muscle between Welf and Molly was an inspiration to her future.

Of all her battles so far not a single hit from Molly was she blessed. Perhaps it was the many repeated blows of Welf whom she would care for, or the eyes of Maj upon her. Either or she found a surprising strike upon Welf make a mark. So overly excited by this small success was she that Welf quickly retaliated claiming the victory in the match.

Still Molly beamed with pride as Maj approached aiding her up to her feet. Blushing to the feel of him brushing off the scattered remnants of the ring she smiles to Maj’s kindness. “I am Molly simple and true.” Her words came from her lips still surprised to the results as Maj aided in her recovery. As soon as she healed she looked to Welf. “I want another round my dear.”

As he tended her wounds and hear her say her name. He perked up at the name. What a pretty name for a beautiful red head. He kept glancing up to her eyes and then glanced back down blushing a little. He smiled at her.


What a pretty name for a pretty red head like you. Oh umm..did i just....say that? He chuckled and surprised at himself for saying that. Then he heard her wanting another challenge from the Knight that just had defeated her. He grins.


How about some whiskey over at the tent?

Welf looked at Molly. She wanted another round? She was brave, Welf had to admit that.

"I am here, waiting for your challenge. We can fight whenever you like."