She is the life bringer, the creator of all that live and breathe. She is fierce in her protection of the lands and its inhabitants, a nurturer and provider. She is the very ground itself, red as clay, four eyes that sparkle as gemstones. Her arms, half a dozen, four of which sink into the dirt, five fingered hands engraving river beds and sowing seeds. Two arms, bound at her shoulders, to hold the sky, to guide fruit to the ground, to guide beasts in their nature. Her fangs, jagged as the mountain's peaks, gnashes in the face of those who would hurt her people. She is love and devotion, vine and leaf, life at its essence.