Born into a common family deep in the wooded forests that stripe the mountain country in the far north, in an unremarkable little cabin on a cold winters night. The youngest child out of six children and the only daughter this woman was not raised gently. By the time she was five her mother had left her life, not that she can remember how or why or even when. Younger than her next sibling by a good three years, one would think this would allow for a spoiled, dainty child but no, it resulted in being treated the same as the next youngest boy. Rough housing made her eyes and mind fairly sharp, able to dodge or catch thrown objects such as horse dung. Due to not being quite as robust as the boys although every bit as quick and bright in the winters she was encouraged to learn how work leather to help repair and maintain household necessities. When it came to learning trades, her brothers all took to the woods, lumberjacking, hunting, and tracking. Her brothers taught her to track prey, to help check traps and fire a bow while still a wee girl with braided pigtails.
In her tenth spring she found her first fledgling falcon and took to nursing it while checking traps. When the bird got big enough that it was obvious it wasnt a quail or some such beast she got the idea of going to a local falconer to ask if it could be tamed and kept. Since the hawk had not maimed or really even gotten a good grip on her arm in a damaging way, he decided to take her as an apprentice despite it being just a smidge off the norm. To pay for her education she was expected to work, care for the masters horse, clean, cook, and help hunt for rations which went hand in hand with the falcon training when the male apprentice would allow,. To get things like silver and tanning salts she got nosey and a bit shrewd with what she sent to barter, often confusing her fellow apprentice, yet always sending more than enough for the goods.
Between her fifteenth and twentieth birthdays she routinely out hunted and trained her falcons. After damaging her favorite kestrels flight wings she cut her long blonde hair into a boyish style, giving the long blonde tresses to the master falconer to help through the winter and obtain a breeding pair of Hobbies, to further her goals. The fresh clutch in the spring proved her as capable in breeding the birds and keeping their trust. She proved capable of breeding peregrines and even gyrfalcons. Her skills enough that her birds are trained to land even without arm protection although she would generally prefer a glove or at least thick leather on her sleeve.
Due to her penchant for archery based hunting all birds for personal use are trained to favor the left arm as a perch. Due to professionalism however any birds intended for sale are trained to accept either arm as a perching rest. Her reputation as a hunter and talented falconer has spread, especially since shes rumored to issue nonverbal orders to her birds midair. Her birds are often unusual breeds for a falconer to toy with, spurring rumors that shes trained an osprey and an owl to act as falcons as unlikely as it would be.
Life after the apprenticeship is interesting, new and a slightly frightening reality. A strange career and lifestyle for an unmarried woman bound to become only more interesting as time goes by. The womans aspirations revolving around the idea of becoming well off enough to find exotic falcons and hawks to work with. To bring new and interesting breeds to the chase and the hunt.