“Thank you for walking with me, Celeste.”<br/><br/>Siri was only a year younger than Celeste, but ever since the miller's daughter had come to live at the temple of Saranrae 5 years ago, Celeste had seen nothing but respect and admiration in the smaller girl's eyes.<br/><br/>A steady breeze off of the steep mountainside rippled both girls hair, blond tresses tangling with fiery red.  “Goody Prelo's last babe almost killed her.  I couldn't let her deliver this one alone, but, well, you’ve heard the shepherds talking.  Things moving out of the corners of their eyes while they watch their flocks in the mountains.  Dogs barking at nothing.  Lambs vanishing from box canyons.”  The redhead shivered in something between fear and delight.  “I would have gone to her alone if I had too—I'm getting really good at the dervish dance—but I feel so much safer with you here.”<br/><br/>The Prelo family farm was in a little valley a full three miles form town proper.  There were a good many other farms this far out, but spread out by the expanse of stony ground too hard to farm and isolated by rises and turns.<br/><br/>The young redhead was tiny enough that—before she developed a rather generous bust last year—strangers had often mistaken her for a little girl.  Still slim and a little under 5 feet tall, Siri's insecurities lead her to flaunt that cleavage as much as she could get away with.  The little redhead currently wore a snug, square green bodice of armor quality hide over a white cotton blouse.  She also wore buckskin leggings and boots—soft brown—and a knee length skirt—green.   A bit of traveling gear and healing supplies were tossed over her back.  A scimitar was belted at her hip,and a beautiful golden medallion symbolizing her devotion to Saranrae.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception Test</div></div>