The Sheppherdess couldn't help but blush at the song, coughing on her bread she took a drink of the water her friend had given her.  She shook her head, caring for animals, she knew the parts of the body quite well, though, she didn't understand just WHY men wished that part of them to be larger.  She bit her lip to keep from laughing and continued to drink, looking back at the stalls - one of them holding the bells she'd began to pine after.  Lust, whether it was of the body or of the mind, was one of the things she technically wasn't supposed to give into as a shepherd.  She looked at her friend, Riley, and spoke to her quietly, "I don't suppose you could see the merchant with the bells and see the real price of some bells I was looking at?  The copper bell set, he said he'd only sell them for twenty coppers to me...  I wouldn't ask, but...  I think my bell is close to it's last ring.  And he is the only one selling bells I've seen since the summer two years ago..."  The little bell looked indeed poor on her staff, cracked, it's hinge that kept it on the staff already broken, she had to keep it tied on with a bit of cloth.