Ser Heshtilda of Bedegraine

Heshtilda was a dutiful page, passionate and self-assured, but ultimately glad to serve, until her mother vanished. The rumor was that she had found her skin, her seal skin, and returned to the sea. Her father, when asked, would not deny it. Furious at her father, Heshtilda went looking for her mother. She stowed away on a ship and went all up and down the Scottish border, to no avail. Eventually having affronted so many locals and exhausted her coin, Hesthilda had to come home.

She arrived on a beautiful Scottish mare whose owner was sleeping when she left, and stopped in Nottingham on her way. There, she met Ser Epiphania, who wanted the horse, but moreover, saw the wild rage of Heshtilda and thought that someone ought to tame her before she trampled someone. Thus, Heshtilda agreed to Squire for Ser Epiphania, who did not so much tame her as taught her how to aim her anger. An improvement at least.

Appearance
Heshtilda is built like a brick chicken house. She spends hours in front of the glass making her hair look elegantly disheveled, with a clasp holding only half of it as if to say "Look, I tried." Her clothes may not look well, but are very well made and sturdy, and very comfortable for fast movement, as well as being dipped in oil to make them water resistant for when the rains come.

Personality
Quick to anger and faster to boast, Heshtilda knows what she's good at, and what she's bad at, and in the habit of trying to not have to be the one to do the things she's not good at. Epiphania has done her best to teacher her the social graces, but she is, at best, civil.

Ser Epiphania
Epiphania's parents wanted her to be the picture of stately grace, to follow their family's slow but steady rise through the ranks. They gave her fine clothes and taught her just as well with a harp and embroidery needle, her older sister Paskin would be the knight of the family. And Epiphania was content with this.

And then horses happened. They loved to carry Epiphania around as much as she loved to be carried off by them, and by the time she was eleven she had broken four that everyone swore could never be tamed, and stolen three others from her father's Bachelors just to ride them better than they could. She never had much of a plan to be a Knight, but her parents told her that under no circumstances was a proper lady of the court to go riding bareback "hollering like a demon". So she quietly studied with her brother, who thought it was hilarious, until she was ready to squire.

She found a knight in need of a squire, Ser Higgot, and told him that she could outrace him. He laughed. He was famous for his swiftness and fearlessness over the crags and moorlands. She smiled. And they rode, and they thundered, and he grimaced and she hollered, and by the time they were back to the start, she was his squire.

It was a full two years before her parents found out, and by Epiphania's design, Ser Higgot was Vassal to a greater Lord than her parents. They were too courtly to say no.

Epiphania became known for her fast riding - often serving as a messenger when someone was in need of aid before a battle or chiurgury after one. She wore her hair long, despite the danger of having no helmet, for her bright black hair looked well streaming out behind her, and she knew it.

An older Knight now at 37, she has a manor of her own in the Southwest of Bedigrane with a mighty herd where she carefully breeds rounceys. When Hextilda, a furious and hungry creature, showed up in town, riding on a beautiful rouncey she'd traded when she was in the Scotish Isles, Ephiania asked if she'd be willing to stay around and squire for her. Hextilda agreed, not realizing that Epiphania was trying to break her just as she broke horses - by taking their wildness and enabling it until she understood it and could direct it as the gods direct the wind.