<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Shepherd4.jpg)<br/>Rhialla Ramkin (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1150720)</div>The hillside was an idyllic spot near its equally idyllic town. The grass was just the right shade of green that made it perfect for sheep and other herd animals to graze. The hill was close enough to the village for convenience and socializing, but far enough that it afforded some privacy. Amid the bleating of lambs and the quiet chewing of sheep, there rose the plaintive cry of a lonely shepherdess…<br/><br/>“Oh, yes, Simon! Just like that! Don't stop, don't stop!”<br/><br/>Who was, perhaps, not so lonely today.<br/><br/>Rhialla Ramkin was a stunningly beautiful young woman, who was thirty-four years old but looked perhaps twenty-one. Several young men of the village had had the pleasure of embracing her full, round breasts and wide hips, caressing her rough, curling horns, and running their fingers through the thin woolen fleece that adorned her lower body from navel to toes.<br/><br/>Today that privilege belonged to her good friend Simon Merryweather, and together they were having rather a wonderful time, curled up together under one of the hill’s few trees. Rhialla’s horse Sunshine looked on dispassionately, wondering what all the fuss was about. He certainly didn't make so much noise when he was studding the local mares, a task for which he was in great demand.