Polite. She had been lectured on her loss of manners at the orphanage, but so far as she was concerned, she was surrounded by wastrels and corrupt adults: they deserved nothing of her manners, for she was sure they gossiped of her in secret, laughing at how a girl of high end standing could fall so low. The worst kind of filth. They would not deserve any of her consideration.
A stranger, however, she would make an attempt. She had been polite once, after all. It helped also that she was hungry.
"A bow and arrow?" She eyed the weapons. "Miss, are you an archer then?"
Scottish, she supposed. Such lovely hair, it made one envious.
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Polite. She had been lectured on her loss of manners at the orphanage, but so far as she was concerned, she was surrounded by wastrels and corrupt adults: they deserved nothing of her manners, for she was sure they gossiped of her in secret, laughing at how a girl of high end standing could fall so low. The worst kind of filth. They would not deserve any of her consideration.
A stranger, however, she would make an attempt. She had been polite once, after all. It helped also that she was hungry.
"A bow and arrow?" She eyed the weapons. "Miss, are you an archer then?"
Scottish, she supposed. Such lovely hair, it made one envious.