A professional eventer turned trainer, Eowyn hearned herself five seconds of fame on the back of a wicked German mare named Honey. Her seconds in the limelight saw her married as swiftly as she was divorced, her marriage falling apart as she never quite knew how to be faithful, to be tame; the unyielding domesticity of the white picket fences and the stern hand leading her around galas a bitter pill she could never learn to swallow. She's cursed with a forever restlessness, the drive to seek something new constantly driving her into one bold venture after another, each becoming more and more reckless as the years tick by and the crows feet set in. The bonds of attachment, of 'friendship', have always been like shackles around her freedom, and she has a habit of discarding people as soon as they lose their use. She has a fondness for young, wild horses with problems she thinks she can fix; a penchance that seems to extent to her relationships too.