Malaren is named after a Lake close to the island province of Helgo near Sweden. She is late period, decended of the Vikings, and holds the key to her late father's estate, which she watches over with cautious eye. She is known to be on the docks by the sea, always longing for a husband, far away in some foreign land, (probably Ireland), who is yet to come for her to care for her company and wisdom in older age. She is a Norsewoman. She is an archer in training. She crafts with beads and the needle and thread. She sings, tho not often at market--this does not bring a profit. She has born one dottir, Rowan (as in "the rowan tree"), which is Irish--YES--from an Irish love once past her way. The name is of her dottir's own choice.
Malaren, (there should be an oomlout above the first "a"), does not favor the primative ways of the Vikings of old, but rather, is refining herself with the education of answered questions from those brought to market by the sea. "Ask, and ye shall receive", comes the wisdom of one of the soothsayers she chanced upon. A bit of a rebel to the "old ways", Malaren seeks to expand upon her traditions, befriending whomever she can, despising no one, and hoping that no one despises herself in return, but her one motto tried and true, "Learn. Whatever life brings you, make of it as great and wonderful a thing as you can, take from it whatever you can use and pass on, and as Father always said-remember to always find the bright side, and to look upon it, for however dim the circumstance, it is always there." Malaren favors sweet meads, honey butter and light feasts with much veggies and fruits, and sweet wheat bread dipped in richly flavored red wine. She is known to attend bardic circle and can be seen with an archery instructor, as well as with a muse. She dabbles in poetry, and is fascinated by books and long discussions by candlelight, and slow walks under starry skies, and celtic music-of course it moves her!
If you perchance find Malaren alone, know that it is a silent call for a friend to join her, or a loved one, or both...or neither. The mat of welcome is always strewn out before her table. She can be feisty, OH yes, but enjoys raw company and the day...whatever it may bring. SKAL!!!! Hail Kingdom Northshield! Be proud! (But not overly)!!! To all Milords and ladies, she bids a hearty Viking H'LLO!!! And, is rather taken aback that World of Warcraft depics her kind as "Small Folk"???? (dwarves) =D