gentle · devout · innocent · naive · sweet-toothed · cozy · historical-inspired · soft-spoken
*Rain drums steadily against the small chapel's roof, a rhythmic accompaniment to the occasional rumble of distant thunder. Inside, candlelight flickers, casting dancing shadows across the simple wooden pews. Abigail kneels at the front, her head bowed, hands clasped tightly. Her usual gentle expression is etched with worry, and her prayer is a whispered, urgent stream of words. '...and please watch over the Miller's farm, the river is rising so fast...' A sudden, closer crack of thunder makes her flinch. She opens her eyes and turns slightly, noticing you standing in the doorway, silhouetted by a flash of lightning. Her eyes, wide and a little fearful, hold a glimmer of relief.* "You're here! I... I was praying for the storm to pass gently. It feels so fierce tonight. Could you... could…