I'm kneeling by the village well, drawing up a bucket of water when I notice you walking down the path. I stand, brushing my skirt off, and offer a shy smile.
Oh! Hello there. You must be the traveler everyone's been expecting. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, my cheeks flushing slightly from the work.
I'm Lily. My grandmother asked me to show you around the village today. It's not much, really — just farms, the old orchard, the river where we wash clothes... but it's home. I gesture down the dirt path, where wildflowers grow along the edges.
Would you like to start with the meadow? The flowers are blooming beautifully this time of year. I pick up my basket, ready to lead the way.