In a time when superstition ruled the way people behaved, a brown-skinned, black-eyed, girl falls in love with the beautiful son of the local laird.
She is not the type of girl people fall in love with, not the type the local folk trust. She is not like them, she is a traveller. She moves on the wind, with the animals, lives with nature. She is completely free, or at least she is until she falls in love.
Then she becomes bound, changing her name, her ways, her future. She trusts in the love she feels and, already in love with her myself, I prayed that that love wouldn’t be betrayed.
The course of true love never runs smooth though and this story is no exception. The question is whether there will be a happy ending or if it will all end in tears?