3 Chalk Road, Songburrow, The Shire
Wiberic Palado Brando Sandybanks-Ruddyfoot (crikey!) was the first rascally bundle born to Waldoc Ruddyfoot of the Quick Post and Dorabella Sandybanks in the Westfarthing. Daffodil Honey—"Daffney"—his twin, noisily followed.
The Ruddyfoots a-plenty, with a generous extended family including the Sandybanks, the twins grew to tweens alongside cousin Paladric, who was more akin to an older brother.
Hearing of bolder hobbits than him doing outlandish and cracked things, Wib quietly rooted for them amongst the finicky folk around him. He kept hushed dreams of adventuring beyond the bounds, although a lack of nerve and staunch attachment the Shire held him back. He was affable enough, however, and his Ruddyfeet were swift 'uns, so it seemed his lot in life would be to follow his father into the Quick Post.
Except his innate clumsiness went hand-in-hand with his talent for misplacing letters, and so the days of Wiberic the Quick Post apprentice were numbered.
Wib found himself aimless and restless after Paladric went wandering following a hiccup courtship. He imagined following his cousin past the bounds, if nerve was a thing he possessed. But nerve wasn't something that came natural. It was even only with a shove from his friends that he put his name forward for Deputy Mayor of Oldfurlong, and immediately regretted it. Red-faced, grudging, wanting to shrink behind a great oak, he fumbled through an on-the-spot speech to the eager crowd. A speech singularly designed to sabotage his chances—only to have the cracked gathering find his honesty becoming of a candidate and vote him in anyway! Although undertaken reluctantly, the post afforded him many friends and a much needed nudge out of his shell, so it was as reluctantly that he eventually stepped down.
Those mayor days were also responsible for bringing the ginger hobbit into the fine-if-queer company of the Grand Order of the Lost Mathom. No longer does he shirk when grumpy old hobbits are afoot. Now he toots and strums and drums with the Brandy Badgers and likes occasionally dipping his toes into hushed adventures, which he documents in drawings when anchored home to The Shire.
His own lumbering feet.
Raspberry jam, art, music, plays, fishing, books of heroic deeds.
An empty stomach.
The Shire, company, laughter.