Jenny: At the Well

Wulf appeared out of nowhere and bent over to haul the heavy bucket up for her. Standing by, hands on hips, the Guttersnipe looked at the sky as Domitia and the boy approached. "It's a hot, cloudless day," she said gustily. "For a bit of rain like yesterday... At least it will be shady in the orchard," she went on. "Do you like picking apples? Do they have apples where you come from?" she asked Domitia.