"I am Banrion, all life bows to me! I command you to grow you impudent little pebbles!" The young calf trumpeted. She glared at the soft dirt beneath her gilded toes, her fury growing every moment the seeds beneath did not burst forth into mature melons.
Roxxy glanced at the small creature crouching at the edge of the small scrap of farmland, licking away the thick broth from her fingers. With shrug she placed the crude clay bowl near the edge of the fire-stone, and flopped back in the grass with a low grunt, bones popping loudly as she stretched.
"When you get hungry there is still stew in the bowl Ban." Roxxy yawned, rolling up against Cheval's massive girth, quickly drifting off to sleep as the first rays of the sun began to creep of the hills.

Banrion's character and appearance are getting pretty refined now, I'm sort of getting a minor influence from India and Thailand with bits of Africa tossed in there and there.

Roxxy, when she's not doing missions for money or slamming formors in shows of power.. and for more money.. she's rather placid and lazy. She owns a small plot of land outside the second the alchemist city, Taillteann.

Roxxy sleeps outside on the land in a small bed of woven grass next to a flat rock. Other than a small area of open grass around that spot, the rest is dirt that she plants various things in to grow for food.

Banrion, being impatient and unable to understand that things will no longer be served to her, can't figure out why the seeds in the ground don't obey her and grow into food to feed her empty belly. (She won't eat the simple meals Roxxy makes for her and the rest of the animals, calling it 'commoner food not worthy of her royal pallet')