Cierra stood before the ancient shield with a mix of awe and hesitation. The shield had belonged to the great warrior Conchobhar mac Nessa, and soon it was going to be hers.
Cierra swallowed nervously. What if she wasn't even able to lift it up? Looking at the moss and algae, not to mention the gold glint of the spikes on the front… how much did Moaner weigh?
She could feel the weight of the Brigantes women's stares on her as well. Aisling, in particular, looked especially pensive as she watched Cierra. Her arms folded in front of her, body battle tried, eyebrows crowded together.
Her faithful companion, Cid, stood close to her legs, as if sensing her hesitation.
As Cierra reached out to pick up the shield, she felt a sudden wave of anger flood her body. Her blood felt like fire in her veins, as it quickened to a pace that made her gasp for air.
