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Mary was stirring the stew when Damien appeared. He was vaguely familiar to the young woman, and his greeting, while lacking a touch of manners, was far from the worst she'd gotten in her travels. She pulled the spoon from the pot, and carefully tasted the bubbling concoction, mmm, delicious.
She then turned her attention back to Damien, only to be distracted by Evelyn's arrival, and words. A smile cracke over her face, transforming it in the firelight to that of a mirthful, delightful, and beautiful young woman. A smile went a long way, she thought to herself, as she finally answered Damien's question.
"Hello to you too, I am indeed a trader, and am happy to show you my wares, though daylight would probably be better." She replied brightly. For all she'd been through, she was still a quite open, and talkative person. Perhaps she was just naturally resilient.
Jem and Ruth were lounging next to the fire, an odd site to some, she supposed. The pygmy goats cuddled up, Ruth asleep, her head rested on Jem's back, and Jem wide awake, following the movements of these two potential sources of food. A little whimper from just behind her brought her attention to Rosa, and she scooped the puppy up. "Oh you poor little lamb. It's not like I. ever feed you, now is it?"
The sarcasm was obvious, but even so, it was delivered in such a gentle way, that it all but made up for it. She reached into her thick coat's pocket, and pulled out a piece of jerky, which the puppy pawed at, but did not try to bite. Mary held it. closer to the dog's mouth, and she tentatively took it from her, jumping off Mary's lap, and rendezvousing with her other dog.
Though Mary couldn't see what was happening behind her, Rosa and the collie mix who appeared, shared the piece of jerky, then came over to the fire to curl up. For Mary, though she definitely missed human contact, she felt like her animals were her family. They were all she had at times, and she loved them all.
Eyes turned back to Evelyn, "It is a bit much, isn't it?" She laughed a pure, sliver toned laugh, and then continued, "I'm Mary, by the way. Either of you hungry?" She added, leaning forward and dishing a few ladle's of soup into a tin cup. God she was hungry, she hadn't eaten since early that morning (well, she'd had a few snacks here and there).
Fruit leather was probably her go to "meal" of choice, and it certainly wasn't a meal.
Mary was stirring the stew when Damien appeared. He was vaguely familiar to the young woman, and his greeting, while lacking a touch of manners, was far from the worst she'd gotten in her travels. She pulled the spoon from the pot, and carefully tasted the bubbling concoction, mmm, delicious.
She then turned her attention back to Damien, only to be distracted by Evelyn's arrival, and words. A smile cracke over her face, transforming it in the firelight to that of a mirthful, delightful, and beautiful young woman. A smile went a long way, she thought to herself, as she finally answered Damien's question.
"Hello to you too, I am indeed a trader, and am happy to show you my wares, though daylight would probably be better." She replied brightly. For all she'd been through, she was still a quite open, and talkative person. Perhaps she was just naturally resilient.
Jem and Ruth were lounging next to the fire, an odd site to some, she supposed. The pygmy goats cuddled up, Ruth asleep, her head rested on Jem's back, and Jem wide awake, following the movements of these two potential sources of food. A little whimper from just behind her brought her attention to Rosa, and she scooped the puppy up. "Oh you poor little lamb. It's not like I. ever feed you, now is it?"
The sarcasm was obvious, but even so, it was delivered in such a gentle way, that it all but made up for it. She reached into her thick coat's pocket, and pulled out a piece of jerky, which the puppy pawed at, but did not try to bite. Mary held it. closer to the dog's mouth, and she tentatively took it from her, jumping off Mary's lap, and rendezvousing with her other dog.
Though Mary couldn't see what was happening behind her, Rosa and the collie mix who appeared, shared the piece of jerky, then came over to the fire to curl up. For Mary, though she definitely missed human contact, she felt like her animals were her family. They were all she had at times, and she loved them all.
Eyes turned back to Evelyn, "It is a bit much, isn't it?" She laughed a pure, sliver toned laugh, and then continued, "I'm Mary, by the way. Either of you hungry?" She added, leaning forward and dishing a few ladle's of soup into a tin cup. God she was hungry, she hadn't eaten since early that morning (well, she'd had a few snacks here and there).
Fruit leather was probably her go to "meal" of choice, and it certainly wasn't a meal.
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MARY KAUFMANN
Mary is a 24 year old, woman, she is cautious, intelligent and understanding, judicious and able to make a profit on whatever she sets her mind to, she doesn't shy away from hard work, she trades in many goods and other commodities. She is a medium to hard opponent, feel free to powerplay any nonviolent interactions.