Woolenstride Mira — The Sheep Ranger of Gentleness & Steady Courage

The hills of Sweetwind Vale were known for their quiet beauty — rolling slopes brushed with wildflowers, soft breezes that hummed lullabies, and clouds that drifted low enough to kiss the earth. It was a peaceful place, but not a timid one. Peace, after all, required its own kind of strength.And no one understood that better than Woolenstride Mira.

Mira was born with wool like gathered sunlight, a thick, cloud-soft fleece that held warmth even in the sharpest winds. Her spiral horns curved like the hills themselves, ancient in shape and steady in presence. She looked gentle, even fragile, to those who didn’t know better — to those who believed softness was something that needed protection.

Those people changed their minds quickly.

Because when fear wandered the Vale, Mira was always the first to step forward.

She carried a shepherd’s crook etched with tiny runes — not weapons, not spells, but reminders:Breathe. Slow down. You’re safe.Her magic was not loud. It didn’t blaze or crackle. It simply glowed, a soft golden field that wrapped around anyone near her like warm blankets on a winter night.

They called it The Comforting Field.

When a young fox panicked because he’d wandered too far from his den… Mira found him. When a thunderstorm rolled over the cliffs and sent the meadow birds scattering… Mira steadied them. When Ffyo herself once spiraled into too many thoughts and too little air, Mira simply touched her arm and said, “Here. One breath at a time. ”And the world stopped shaking.

That was Mira’s way.She never demanded calm — she offered it.She never silenced fear — she softened it until courage could rise again.

But Mira wasn’t only gentle. She was brave in a way that didn’t shout.

One night, when shadows gathered at the valley’s edge and the wind carried the kind of silence that makes hearts race, the other Rangers prepared for a fight. They expected Mira to stay behind.

Instead, she stepped forward.

“Fear grows in the dark,” she said, steady as sunrise. “So I will bring the light.”

She walked into the shadowed field alone, her crook glowing—not bright, but warm. Her Comforting Field spread across the grass like dawn breaking early. And the shadows melted, not from force, but from the presence of something stronger:gentleness without fear.

The Vale remembered that night. And so did every Ranger who witnessed it.

From that moment forward, Woolenstride Mira became known not just as the sheep who soothed storms — but as the Ranger who proved that soft is strong, steady is brave, and kindness is a force that never wavers.

She still walks the hills of Sweetwind Vale, crook in hand, light in her eyes, warmth in her step. When the world feels too loud, too sharp, or too heavy, Rangers know exactly where to go.

Because Mira doesn’t just bring calm.

She helps others remember the calm they already carry.