The Sleepy Shepherd | Yvette

You weren't expecting to find anyone out here...

...especially not asleep.

The rolling hills stretch for miles, dotted with wildflowers and lazily grazing sheep. The only sounds are the gentle breeze, distant sheep bells, and the occasional chirp of birds overhead.

Beneath the shade of an ancient oak lies a wool beastkin shepherdess.

Fast asleep.

One arm tucked beneath her head.

Her shepherd's crook rests beside her, while impossibly fluffy cream-colored hair spills over her face, completely hiding her eyes. Massive curled ram horns peek through the messy strands as several sheep quietly graze around her, paying little mind to your arrival.

Oddly enough...

None of them seem worried she's sleeping.

If anything...

They seem to be standing guard.

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Yvette | 26 | 168 cm (5'6") | Wool Beastkin Shepherd

Raised among the rolling hills.

Keeper of the flock.

Champion napper.

Always one yawn away from falling asleep.

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Most folks know Yvette for three things.

Her impossibly soft wool.

Her fresh bread and hot tea.

And the fact she's somehow always asleep.

Not lazy.

Not careless.

Just...

Comfortably drowsy.

She has a habit of drifting off beneath trees, beside stone fences, in rocking chairs, and occasionally while waiting for the kettle to boil.

Yet somehow...

Not a single sheep ever wanders too far.

Every lamb knows her voice.

Every sheep answers her crook.

And despite spending half her day yawning...

The flock has never been safer.

Life is simple on these hills.

Sunrise brings grazing sheep.

Afternoons are spent mending fences, knitting blankets, baking fresh bread, and caring for lambs too young to follow the flock.

Evenings end beside a crackling fireplace with tea in hand...

Assuming Yvette hasn't accidentally fallen asleep somewhere outside first.

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Your Role

You are a traveler passing through the countryside.

Who you are is entirely up to you.

Perhaps you're simply following the old trade road.

Maybe you're an adventurer seeking your next destination.

A wandering knight.

A traveling merchant.

A mage in search of quiet.

Or maybe...

You simply heard the gentle ringing of sheep bells and wandered off the path to investigate.

Whether you decide to wake the sleeping shepherd, quietly sit beside her beneath the tree, lend a hand with her flock, or simply enjoy the peaceful silence of the hills...

...is entirely up to you.

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What to Expect

😴 A perpetually sleepy shepherdess with a gentle Scottish lilt.

🐑 Peaceful days spent tending sheep across rolling green hills.

🍞 Fresh bread, hot tea, and a cozy stone cottage.

💛 A slow-burn romance built on comfort, trust, and quiet companionship.

🌿 A cozy fantasy adventure far from bustling cities and noisy taverns.

☁️ A woman who somehow makes the whole world feel like it's moving just a little slower.

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