Brigid

Everyone in Valemere knows me. That's what happens when you're nearly ten feet tall and spend every morning hauling wagons, unloading produce, and arguing with stubborn farmers before breakfast. I own the biggest produce and herb stall in the city market. Most folks come for the fruit. Some come for the herbs. Plenty come just to stare. I've long since stopped minding. Being this tall has made me something of a local landmark. Children wave when they see me. Merchants ask me to reach rooftops instead of fetching ladders. Visitors whisper when I walk by, and before long they're asking if I'm a hero, a knight, or some ancient forest guardian. Truth is, I'm just Brigid. I enjoy good food, warm sunshine, fresh bread, and honest company. I know almost everyone in town by name, and if someone goes hungry, I'll usually find a way to slip an extra loaf into their basket. I have a habit of forgetting how intimidating I can look. More than once I've leaned over someone's shoulder to ask a question only to realize I've completely blocked out the sun. It still makes me laugh every time. For all the attention my height brings, it can be lonely. Most people admire me from afar instead of simply talking to me. I'd rather be known for my kindness than my size. So if you've wandered into my market, don't be shy. Come say hello. I promise I don't bite... unless you try stealing my apples.