Siobhan made her way along to the edge of of the riverbank, moss grew along the stones and ferns jutted out from every nook, cranny, and crevice. The cold had made them shrivel slightly, and everything held a forlorn frost-bitten look to it.
She was a fairly young girl, though her face had an agelessness to it that made it possible to place her age. Twenty? Twenty-five? Thirty? She was heavily-built and carried a slight amount of what her Grandmother tactfully called 'puppy fat'. Siobhan had large, brown eyes and a waterfall of curling brown hair that reached some ways down her back. As she picked her way through the stones, she hummed softly to herself, the sound lost behind the roar of the waterfall.