His father was a farmer, is grandfather was a farmer, his great-grandfather was a farmer. The line dated back for centuries, as far back as he knew. He never strived to become anything more than a farmer, mostly because he didn't know how to become anything more than a farmer. So that's what he became, a man who planted gardens, raised goats, and tended to his chickens. That was his life, he was contend.
He knew his wife wanted more, she wanted fancy dresses, beautiful jewelry, elegant hair. She wanted pretty things, and he tried to give her them. She was happy with the flower garden he planted, but he could see in her eyes she wanted more. Of course she never told him, but it was just the general longing look in her eyes when she saw dresses at the market. Part of him wanted to give her everything, but he never pushed himself for more.
His wife was beautiful, her hair was long and a tan in color, her eyes dark brown, almost looking black. She had an olive skin tone completion, which seemed to eloquently match her dark color of eyes. Her lips were well rounded, her hips and breasts larger then her waist, giving her a beautiful hourglass shape. Her father and his father decided to arrange their marriage. The man had no complaints about it after meeting his future wife, and over time their arranged marriage turned to love.
So they were married for years before his wife finally became pregnant. The man really wanted a son to help him on the farm, so he became excited over the possibility of a boy. The days past and his wife became larger. The days ticked by, the months passed and she went into labor.
She was cooking at the time, making dinner for the two to eat when she suddenly shouted out, "Rick! The baby!"
Rick had been outside at the time, tending to the chickens when he immediately dropped the chicken feed to run into the house. He helped his wife to the bed and eased her onto of the hay mattress. Then he ran to the neighbors who had promised to help birth the child when the time came. The older woman stayed in the room with Rick's wife as he paced back and forth in front of the fire. While she was in labor, he decided to finish the food she was cooking for her. So it was cooking when he started hearing the child's cry echo through the room before dying down from gentle hushes.
Finally the older woman emerged with a babe in her arms, swaddled in the wool blanket fast asleep. She held it out to Rick as she said in a hush whisper, "Margaret is asleep, so be quiet and don't wake the babe."
Rick nodded as he looked to the gentle face, so tiny. The babe's nose was the size of his pinky, the mouth looking as if the babe was already pouting. He ran his finger over her cheek, such a beautiful child he thought. Though it is rare for a parent to look at their child and not see beauty. He finally looked up again to meet the eyes of the older woman as he finally asked, "Boy or girl?"
He prayed in the three seconds it took the woman to speak for a boy, but instead she said, "It's a girl."
A girl, he knew that would be his luck. But when he looked at the baby girl, he just felt love for her. So he was alright, even though he wanted a boy so bad, he was alright with a daughter. Because all he felt was love for her.
And so, the girl was later named Seble. Or Seble Farner, daughter of Rick and Margaret Farner. She was a beautiful babe in her parents eyes, and they even liked to describe her as a hound pup for that was how she acted and looked. The two vowed to protect her, from everything, but in the end, were unable to protect her from themselves.
