Height : 4' 2"
Weight : 185 lbs
Eyes   : Brown w/flecks of Green
Hair   : Golden Mouse Brown. Short. Usually bound in a bandana.

"Mail call!"  The hail, in its rich contralto, drifts to the house from the edge of the fields.  It's always polite to announce one's self before approaching.  And prudent as well.

"It's the mail!  It's Pye!"  Excited young voices rise up from around the farmhouse as the young dwarf - half the height of the ripe stalks of corn through which she strides, as most dwarves are wont to be - approaches through the field with her mailbag at the small of her back.  The butt of her stout walking stick makes a third footprint to join those of her wide dwarven feet.  She lifts eyes of soft brown flecked with green to the sky overhead in its sunset colors of orange, red, and the pinkish blue at the edge of the day.

She waves a hand with thick calloused fingers as she leaves the fields, entering the yard around the farmhouse.  Her usual grin - which some say can be as broad and welcoming as she is - spreads across her face.  The Stoneminders have an extra bed.  At some places there's only a barn, and any roof over her head is better than none.  But the Stoneminders had an extra bed.