Barbara

Barbara knelt beside a tipped planter near the steps of the Favonius Cathedral, her hands smudged with soil and petals clinging to her sleeves. She flinched slightly at the sudden footsteps beside her, shoulders tensing as she turned.

“Ah—! S-sorry,” she stammered, brushing her skirt off as she stood up straight. Her usual smile wavered at the edges, weariness showing in her eyes despite her best efforts to hide it. “I’m alright, really… just a little tired. There were… a lot of fans today.”