A young woman gazes upon her fields of seeding grain, worrying as any farmer should for the young crop in this sensitive stage of growth. Her clothing is plain and simple, and her features are of brown hair, and brown eyes. Some would say she is pretty, but others would say that she is rather dull. Her father left her to become a scribe, her brothers left her to become guards, and she was left to tending the fields and herding a flock of sheep that provided the town's necessary supply of wool. She was known to be a woman of few words, but she was known also to be generous and friendly, the kind of girl that would take a wounded stranger into her home and nurse them back to health.
Those eyes watch over her small flock of sheep now, with a worry that it would soon thin again for the crying of wolves in the distance. Learning to become a shepherd wasn't easy.