Skyld grew up in the Grunwald, a mighty forest north of Mistwell University. His family group, whose name he does not share with others for magical safety, was revered among the woodland folk as especially gifted musicians, even amongst satyrs. Skyld learned the varied skills that made his family great, and excelled at the pipes.

The childhood of a free saytr in a ancient and hearty wood is a thing of unparalleled jollity. At a young age he had the fortune to behold a performance of the great juggler and circus fool, Hans Jymsen. It was a profound experience. The mesmerizing grace with which Jymsen orchestrated the movements of myriad balls and other objects captivated Skyld. To the confusion of his parents, he began to study juggling on his own, using rocks at first, and eventually seeking out nearby craftsmen to help him manufacture or acquire more suitable tools and toys. To their dismay, he declared that he found dryads to be capricious and shallow and favored the company of human or even elven females. This bizarre behavior explained his increasingly frequent trips into the human world.

On one of his sojourns he chanced to find out that Jymsen was set to begin a sabbatical at Mistwell. Skyld knew he had to go. His family was not surprised by this, as he had become more outrageous since discovering the artform. He knew little of the ways of human society and managed to enroll at the University through a series of strangely random misunderstandings. He is still settling into life at the structured University, but the classes are terrific, and there are many perks!