<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0080FF">Greta Brightsong</span></div><br/><br/>Greta poured the last hot pot of water into the bath and exhaled. The bath was on the first floor so she didn't have to carry the pots of water she boiled on the hearth too far. She doubted she'd ever be able to make it to the bath if it had been on the second floor. She removed her clothing and stepped into the nice and hot water. She sighed with pleasure as the warmth soothed her muscles. Every now and then she would hold her breath and plunge down underwater. She was tired form being up all night filling some orders for yellow sun dresses she'd gotten from Hilda, who lived near the center of town. Absentmindedly, she held her hand out, and a small droplet of water rose from the bath and hovered over her palm. It fell when she realized what she was doing and she panicked. Her father said she shouldn't give into her demonic affliction. That she was evil and needed to not do evil things if she ever wanted to meet her family in the After, in the Everfields.<br/><br/>After drying and getting dressed in her favorite white dress, she stepped outside. There was excitement everywhere and Gwennedrill prepared for the inevitable influx of new visitors from the strange city behind the wall. Her home was at the very edge of town, and beyond the trees, rising above them, was an incredibly enormous mountain. Or rather, it looked like a mountain. In reality, it was the wall that imprisoned its people. At least, that how her father saw it. Greta knew it wasn't as simple as that. She didn't know much about Oldin, except for small details that Adrian had told her or let slip. Sometimes she wished she was on the other side of the wall.<br/><br/>She spotted Adrian not to far off and waved to him, smiling. She ran to him in delight. "We're going to have new visitors right soon," Greta said, speaking in her Gwennedrill rhythmic slow drawl. "Papa's already complainin 'bout it, but I quite like seeing what types of folks come out from your kingdom," she said. She forgot the correct terminology practically all the time. She'd been told that Oldin was not a Kingdom, but a city, and not a town, again, it's a city. "Do you think they'll have one of those magic flying board you spoke to me of? Or one of those magic time chronologers." Greta liked to collect watches. She regarded them as super highly valuable and would tried all the clothing she'd just made for a watch that couldn't even work outside of Oldin. "Now, I know your town's magic don't work out here in these parts, but I reckon Bridget Mantra, you know the girl who's only been crushing on you since the Long Ages," the long ages are a time Outwallers refer to as when there was no light and the world lived in darkness. It was one of the stories told by the Crow Religion. Greta wasn't very religious herself, but most Gwennedrill townsfolk were Crows in some form or another. "Anyhow, what was I sayin'? Oh yeah, I'm just hoping they bring some magical artifacts. I just stayed up all night filling some order and I made a few things on the side for both genders just in case anyone brings something good," she smiled.<br/><br/>Greta would have to keep all of this hidden, of course. Her Papa didn't like Oldin or anything that came out of it, including the people. He tolerated Adrian, but even then he didn't like it when Greta spent too much time with him.<br/><br/>"Are you excited to see if any of your own folk have been freed?"