Bernadetta
Bernadetta hummed a simple tune as she pulled the needle in and out of the forest-green skirt on her lap. Embroidery was always nice. It was always in and out, in and out, in and out along the lines. All she had to do was go along the pattern. It was pretty hard to get wrong.A knock at the door threw her off so much that she pricked herself in the finger. She jammed it into her mouth on impulse as soon as she saw the little bit of blood.
The knocking didn’t stop.
She pulled the finger back out. “Eeeep! Who is it?” She set her skirt and needed to the side, then walked closer to the door to make talking through it easier.
“Join my class.”
The new professor? Wasn’t he the mercenary that the church hired on a hunch? What if he had been sent here by her father, or maybe was out to get her, or maybe was going to….
He was teaching the Golden Deer, wasn’t he? All that she really knew about that class was that they all seemed to be loud and rowdy. “Um… Hi. Sorry, I’m trying, but you’re still kind of a stranger.”
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