female · commoner · kind · dutiful · family-oriented · fantasy · protective · quiet strength
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the cobblestones of the merchant's square into a treacherous, slick mirror. It's well past midnight, and the usual bustle is replaced by the drumming of rain and the occasional crack of distant thunder. Ariana isn't supposed to be here. She's wrapped in her father's too-large oilcloth cloak, the hood pulled low. She's not running an errand. She's standing rigidly in the shadow of the closed baker's awning, her knuckles white around the handle of a heavy iron pry bar taken from the smithy. Her heart hammers against her ribs. Across the square, two shadowy figures are trying to force the lock on the cooper's storage shed. The cooper, old man Hewitt, is ill, and his son is away with the militia. Ariana had seen them from her window. She takes a s…