Jenny: Meeting

The Guttersnipe was getting ready to push on when she saw, to her surprise, Wulf and the girl coming up the track toward her. She hailed them, leaving Firefly to the shelter of the trees. "Well!" she said gustily as she dug her heels in and came to a halt. "I thought you'd gone on ahead of me. I had to get so much felt. And the place was practically running with vinegar. But it smelled better than all those people." She swung round to eye the girl. She had no clear notion of the girl's age now. From a distance she thought the girl had been about Gwenhywfar's age, but now she was not so sure. Malnourished, perhaps, or just sickly. But in her experience, sickly people looked older than they really were. She made a little contemplative noise at the back of her throat.

"So, this is the new pair of hands," she murmured. She moved out of the way and the three of them began walking back up the incline to fetch the pony. "Where are you from?" she asked.