Roe Farthing

As far as Equids go, she was nothing exceptionally beautiful. Not that she was bad to look at either.
She'd never tell you for sure what age she is, claims she doesn't keep track. But guesses range from 20s to 30.

This creamy coated equid wore a scruffy off-black jacket.
Underneath that she wore a crisp white shirt with a subtle decorative frill down the front.
The frill was framed by a smart tartan red waistcoat, with ornate gold buttons.
Dark trousers hugged her slim legs at the top, they looked both comfortable and practical to wear.
Her long auburn hair waved down her neck and contained a few tiny braids that were never tied in place.

She never talked about her early life, but there must've been something kept her moving around all the time.
If you asked her she'd just say, nomadic life suited her, good company and a new adventure every day.

Roe never stays in one place too long, she likes to say she travels with the wind.

And when the wind changes direction, off she goes, on foot.

Most will say she just appears and then disappears again.

When you see her about she'll usually be drawing, reading or writing. Sometimes she mucks in with manual labour jobs if help is needed. She's surprisingly strong despite her short and slim stature.

Roe tends to be very approachable. She's the quiet sort, so you usually have to approach her.

This one's not a pretty flower, nor does she long for the thrill of battle.
She's not interested in fighting you, she'd rather settle things with words.
Not that she can't defend herself. It'll be an unlucky day for you if you ever see it.
There's a rumor she's lethal with a bow, but she never has one on her.
She's the quiet sort who keeps her head down and out of other peoples business, so there's rarely need to find out.

And if you're wondering, she's into men.