Egeria has popped up in a few of these short scenes before and I’m realising that she’s a good enough that she needs to be in a full-length story before too long, but as I’ve been writing more scenes with her, I’m realising I need to workshop the specifics about. her character a little more.
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“Now, Katherine,” Amara says, presenting the dark-haired Elf to Kat. “This is my cousin Egeria Valda. Though I would be remiss not to explain that she is a bit of a, well, Country Mouse.”
“I ain’t a mouse, Cousin Amy,” Egeria insists.
“And metaphor has never been one of her strengths, I’m afraid,” Amara mutters.
Egeria turns to Kat and curtsies cutely.
“Pleased to meet, y’all, Miss Katherine,” she says, smiling broadly. “Cousin Amy’s always writin’ me just goin’ on and on about y’all like it’s goin’ outta style.”
Kat stares blankly.
She would never have imagined that a Valda would ever utter the word ‘y’all.’ She idly wonders if the lower reaches of the Underworld are feeling particularly cold today.
Egeria quizzically cocks her head. “Somethin’ wrong, Miss Katherine?” she asks. “Y’all are lookin’ at me like a Freenbird tryin’ to do fractions.”
“I, uh,” Kat stammers. “I just didn’t think you’d be so different from Amara.”
“I can assure you that Egeria and I are quite definitely related, Katherine,” Amara says. “Our fathers are indeed brothers. We’ve several patents of nobility and sworn affidavits attesting to that very fact.”
“And our cats is sisters!” Egeria interjects.
“That is also true,” Amara says. “Grandfather acquired them from the finest breeder of purebred Aurorean cats as gifts for our fathers a few Wintermorns ago.”
“But I wanna hear about y’all, Miss Katherine,” Egeria says. “All o’ Cousin Amy’s letters’ve pique my curiosity somethin’ fierce!”
“I, uh, I’m not really that interesting,” Kat stammers. “I’m a freelance adventurer, I guess. But I don’t know what Amara has said to you so excited.”
“Oh hush, Katherine,” Amara says. “You’re being far too modest.”
She leans in close to Egeria, as if Kat weren’t also standing right there.
“She’s just a little shy,” Amara says in a conspiratorial whisper — as if Kat weren’t also standing right there. “You can’t push too hard if you want her to open up.”
“And for a bit about myself,” Egeria says. “My hobbies include knittin’, growin’ taters, managin’ the finest jug band this side o’ the Midwood — oh, and workin’ on my multi-volume set on Ancient Natalian Philosophy. I hope to have it published by the end o’ the year.”
“P-Philosophy?” Kat repeats. “Multi-volume?”
“What?” Egeria asks. “Just ’cause I’m a country girl don’t mean I can’t fancy some book learnin’. I’ll have you know I went to Oxfjord. Sure, it was cold as all get-out, and I don’t mean to toot my own horn or nothin’, but I did graduate at the top o’ my class.”
She smiles sheepishly.
“Mostly, though, I like taters.”
“Now, Egeria,” Amara offers. “Why don’t we head into the dining room? I do believe dinner is almost ready. You can talk more during dinner.”
“Will there be taters, Cousin Amy?” Egeria asks hopefully.
“Yes, Egeria,” Amara answers. “There will be, ahem… taters.”
“Will there be a lot of them?” Kat asks hopefully.
“Yes, Katherine,” Amara says. “There will be a lot of them. I do believe Isla has prepared an entire platter just for you.”
Actually, since the big part of Egeria’s character at this point is potatoes being unexpectedly academic despite her folksy, country mannerisms, maybe she should meet the Philosophy Trolls, too…
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