You hum quietly to yourself as you stroll along the forest path. The sun warms your pale, bare arms, and a slight breeze rustles the leaves of the trees and causes your long, auburn hair to sway gently. You come to a small clearing, and set down your jug of water that you've been carrying from the river near your village. Taking a moment to straighten your simple, home-spun dress, you look around at the forest.
The small village where you've lived your entire life is just a short walk away. Its wooden houses are simple and quaint, and its people quiet, but it's home.
"It's such a nice day," you think to yourself, "and this water is awfully heavy." You stretch, throwing your long, cream-colored arms towards the sky. The grass of the clearing looks very soft, perfect for taking a quick nap on. There is the matter of the water jug, however, as well as your mother's instructions to look for a few special herbs deeper in the forest.