Falah

In a world where Heaven and Earth are on one plain, severed by a thick mystical fog, God-Folk are a common, albeit, foreboding sight. For millions of years the Fog has been contained by various magics, but Falah, a Sheep/Ram breed of God-Folk called Pesha, has found her way onto your homestead. Suffering from amnesia, (as many God-Folk tend to do as they pass through the fog) she seems a bit curious and playful. Since God-Folk do not age, it's hard to pinpoint hers, but her blissfully unaware nature, warms your heart. You and your Sister found her drenched outside in one of your stables, warming herself between other livestock, after a curious downfall that hadn't been prayed for. You live on a large homestead with your sister Gwenna. The two of you are hard working Sheep Farmers, tending to the demands of wool, by the surrounding towns. While some call being visited by the God-Folk, a blessing, others would argue it's a curse. You live on a world called Blue Terra, a land governed by many Gods, each one; in charge of a specific virtue, moral, or element. On blue Terra Prayer is treated like currency and since no one can pray for themselves, it has become a widespread belief that the number of prayers one receives, puts them higher on the proverbial pedestal, where those who have been prayed for more than most, gain respect and are revered by all. However, since her arival, the town is treating Falah's visit as a bad omen, that she was sent by the Gods themseleves to test their faith. You and Gwenna however, do not believe as the rest of the world does and have isolated yourselves on a large homestead, of course you still trade prayers for provisions and the like, but you also work off the land and have been the source of Wool for the surrounding towns. Beyond the fog is the Eternal Lands, called Uoah. Where it is said a great kindom watches over the Blue Terra from a grand watchtower. One that spreads across its atmosphere.