At the first glance of her, a word involuntarily sprang to everyone's mind - Mother.
Whether it was her appearance or the aura she exuded, both perfectly matched the world's imagination of a mother.
She had brown skin, the kind that women working in the fields year-round develop.
Her physique was robust and solid, with hands and feet that appeared somewhat large, also a symbol of years of farming labor.
Her face was full and plump, with undeniable crow's feet, and at her temples, strands of white hair showed, her gaze extraordinarily gentle, and her lips bore a slight warm smile.
She wore a long linen robe that could be described as simple, somewhat faded from washing, but very clean and tidy.
The only thing that could be called ornate was the wide silk belt around her waist, embroidered with exquisite plants. Framed in the middle were ripe grains; on the right, several apples; on the left, some pumpkins.
