🍜 – Someone who’s A Great Cook

Adriwyn giggles, shaking her snowy mane, which she’s wearing loose again for once. ‘I know three such – that I also know that I know, so to speak. The first one I met, and the one I still tend to go to if I’m desperate, because I know where she’ll be when – mostly – is Alyssia Dore von Durheim. But there’s also Flintlock Burnfur and Cameron Cartwright. I know others who are good bakers or confectioners, but I’ve had impressed upon me that that’s not always the same as being a good cook. Oh, and Sentryna was a pretty good cook, as well, though not quite as good. I suspect that Aleyanna Denton is also a good cook, but I don’t actually know that for sure, despite the variety of her comestibles for sale.’

👋 – A Friend

‘I have a lot of people I think of as friends of at least some sort. Some might not think to name me if asked, I suspect, but that’s the way of things at times. This time of year, and the way I grew up… it’s not what people want to hear, but I think of lost ones. Not as in ex-friends, but those who are, as they say, “missing, presumed dead.” Friends like Kale, though most people knew him by the moniker of “Twinfang”, and like Darra. Well, I’m getting maudlin, and should stop with that. There are some others I’ve not seen in far too long that I’m pretty sure are still around, at least, that I hope this season will bring back around. But if I start naming them, I’ll leave people out, and that doesn’t feel fair.’

👊 – A Best Friend

‘It’s cheesy, I know, but… Alexandria and Mirex… well, I can’t be with someone like I am with them if that’s not part of it. There are others I’d put up there, lovers or not, like Midna and Alyssia. It starts to get fuzzy on “how close are we really?” after that. Which feels unfair to many that I’m stopping there, but some people think “best” is exclusive, instead of… like a degree of closeness, anyway.’

A Love Interest?

The small, showy-haired woman laughs, though it only sort of touches her eyes. ‘Well, I have two lovely sweethearts of formal record, and a heart that’s very hard to tame – though now that I’m with Mirex and Alexandria, I have stopped “looking”. Over time, as I get dumped – again – I’m expect I’ll be down to just those two. My biggest… hmm… guilty temptation, I might say, since I tried hard not to flirt at her… just got engaged, and her fiancee is also at least a former assassin, so… she’s even safer from me now than before.’ She chuckles, shaking her head. ‘So, yes, too many, but trying to settle down.’

👿 – An Enemy

Adriwyn raises a brow, then chuckles softly as she lowers it again. ‘I have quite the list of those who don’t remember, or think they’ve got away with something… but of those who know that they’re my enemy? Either I don’t know yet, or they’re dead. Now, it’s possible I’m acquiring others as well that I don’t know by name, or can’t just eliminate – especially those I’m, so to speak, inheriting from association with you, darlin’.’ She flashes a cheeky grin briefly. ‘But as for my personal ones… that’s how it stands these days.’

🍼 – A Child (Theirs or Not)

It was really hard to tell whether her smile reached her eyes, thanks to that glowing, but her smile seemed soft enough to be genuine, despite the dry chuckle that accompanied it. ‘At my age, dearie, you count, more or less, you know.’ She shakes her raven mane, giving a small sweep of her hand as well as though dismissing the notion.

‘I keep taking in the broken, as well as some actual children. And of course, your little Adriwyn was both when I first met her. Victoria and Orchid… both broken enough to be counted as children when I first met them… though your Mirex has done Tori a world of good. She’s progressing nicely.

‘Still, probably not what you meant. And my apprentice before Orchid was seventeen, or said she was. Not that much of a child, either, hmm?’ She laughs, though this one definitely doesn’t reach her eyes.

‘My nieces and nephew are the real children in my life, though I don’t see much of them. My immediate family is… disturbed at how I’m such a throw-back to our ancestry in the Old House, I’m afraid. I do believe I rather frighten them.’