Noe
Noe had not been prepared for a gust of wind to blow a near-stranger practically into her lap, but sometimes the world liked to surprise her.
She was working diligently on her lantern, biting her lip in concentration as she painted a particularly fine stroke of color down the side, when the breeze kicked up and a sprig of what looked like juniper fell into the middle of her workstation, startling her. Her hand jerked, and her carefully-laid line of paint skidded off to the side. With a scowl, Noe used her finger to wipe away the smeared paint as best she could.
She sensed the presence of someone else before she saw him; she looked up as the hair on the back of her neck prickled with that awareness of someone approaching. He looked familiar - wasn't he the guy that hung around Mateo all the time? What was his name? "Oh, hi," she said with a bright smile, more polite to a friend of Mateo's than she might have been to a stranger. "Is this your juniper?"
She was working diligently on her lantern, biting her lip in concentration as she painted a particularly fine stroke of color down the side, when the breeze kicked up and a sprig of what looked like juniper fell into the middle of her workstation, startling her. Her hand jerked, and her carefully-laid line of paint skidded off to the side. With a scowl, Noe used her finger to wipe away the smeared paint as best she could.
She sensed the presence of someone else before she saw him; she looked up as the hair on the back of her neck prickled with that awareness of someone approaching. He looked familiar - wasn't he the guy that hung around Mateo all the time? What was his name? "Oh, hi," she said with a bright smile, more polite to a friend of Mateo's than she might have been to a stranger. "Is this your juniper?"
