EVIE
She waits patiently until he emerges, and is pleasantly surprised by his mannerisms. The Wordsworths wouldn’t be caught dead teaching their offspring anything else, but most others in the Grounds didn’t abide by such traditions. Her cheeks go a little pink at the endearment, though it’s likely meant harmlessly.
“Good morning, I’d heard the forge had a new worker and I wanted to meet you and show my support of your work. I’m Evie Wordsworth,” she introduces with a smile, extending a soil-stained hand. “I need some new tools for my apothecary in town, if you don’t already have a list of commissions.”
“Good morning, I’d heard the forge had a new worker and I wanted to meet you and show my support of your work. I’m Evie Wordsworth,” she introduces with a smile, extending a soil-stained hand. “I need some new tools for my apothecary in town, if you don’t already have a list of commissions.”
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
