I was a small girl when my mother died. It was snowing that day, and my father held me in his arms. I watched as they lowered the body of my mother into the frozen ground, and my heart was broken. Since I could remember, my mother had been my mentor, my life. She had taught me to sew, to cook, to gather eggs, and, believe it or not, to be a lady. My father was the Warden of the Skara woods. His name was Greyson LeFay, but the local people all called him TideHawke. He was a ranger, a man of the forest. He had the skills of a great hunter, but he also knew the woods themselves. He was the kind of man that knew when a tree was in need, or knew when the beavers had built a dam that was going to fail. The Skara forest was his, and he belonged to the forest. My mother a was joyful women, and she would often regale me with the tale of how she had met my father. Sosaria was entirely different back then, and the world was simple...and pure. The people worked hard, and they tilled the land and raised crops, or they herded flocks, on the moors. And my mother was no different. She was born to a highland clan, a clan that relied heavily on the herds of sheep that would graze the hillsides near what was then called Unter Brae. When she was young, only 14 or 15, she was told by her father that they were to attend the Unter Brae Fair. It was the social event of the year, and the one time that the simple folk of Unter Brae would mingle with the town folk of Skara. My mother was thrilled, for it was the first time that she had been allowed to attend the fair. She prepared for it all week, and told all of her friends that she was to attend the Unter Brae Fair. She prepared her dress, which I had for sometime, until events parted me from it. It was a lovely white dress, and she wore a garland of freshly picked highland flowers. I could only imagine how beautiful she looked that day, and later, I would one day hope to wear that same dress on the day of my wedding...a day that has yet to come, and I know that most of that was my fault. At the Unter Brae Fair, my mother saw and heard sites that she had only dreamed of. There were minstrels, and exotic foods from as far away as Yew. My mother was so excited, that she could barely remember the real reason that she was there...to help her father with the prize livestock they had brought to sell. Soon, they arrived at their stall in the stables, and my grandfather instructed her to bring in the livestock. With them, they had brought 20 head of sheep...the finest in the land, and 10 head of goat, and 20 head of cattle...all the finest you could ever see! And if they did not sell these animals, then the winter would be very harsh. She herded the cattle to the back of the stall, and they obeyed. And she herded the goats in next, and they also obeyed, and finally...the sheep, and they also obeyed her. My mother was born with an inate sense of animal control, and so was I. The day went on, and many Sosarians purchased the livestock from my grandfather...but my mother's interest in this really begin when she met him.