[Sorry about the wait! ^^;]
Walking through the trees with a small woven basket in her hand, a young woman made her way toward the lake that she knew was here. She had been coming here as long as she could remember, just to get away from everybody else and have a relaxing moment to herself. Being the apprentice of a midwife was hard work, and it wasn't even what she had wanted as a career. Her father had forced it on her, telling her that no man wants an unskilled wife. Of course, she didn't even want to marry, but she had no say in that either. There was already a suitor picked out and courting her - though in this case 'courting' was a rather loose term that simply meant trying to spend time with her without ending up with a glass of wine dumped over his head. He had been failing miserably.
It wasn't her fault that he was a spineless bore of a man, she reasoned with herself as she walked. He was no fun to talk to and didn't want anything more than a servant. Yesterday he even had the audacity to tell her that he didn't want her to speak unless he asked a direct question because the voice of females was irritating to him. She had, of course, told him in a very sweet manner that perhaps he would be better off courting a man. He hadn't exactly appreciated that.
She sighed and made her way over to her favorite spot, a smooth part of a crumbling wall that dipped in a perfect manner for a seat. This place was considered haunted by some, but she didn't believe it. It was just an abandoned estate, nothing special. She just loved to look at the lake and watch the stars and moon reflect off the tiny waves stirred to life by the breeze. Plus, this time she had brought along something to keep her hands busy. The young daughter of one of her frequent clients was always worried about her brother, who had gone to fight in the war. Having met him a few times and knowing what he looked like, she made a doll for the girl, who was beyond delighted. The only issue was that the girl carried the doll around so much that one of the arms had gotten torn off. So the mission tonight was to fix it.
Climbing up to her spot, she sat down and unfastened the dark blue cloak from her neck. Pulling the hood down, she revealed her long brown curls and sparkling violet eyes. Some used to fear her eyes as a sign of a demon, but gradually people got used to them and barely ever commented. The dress she wore today was white, with short sleeves that hung off the shoulder. It fell to just below her knees, and the ends of her crossed legs were covered in black slippers. It was late, she didn't need to really dress up for anybody. Nobody ever came out here anyway, she reasoned. Smiling to herself, she reached in her basket and drew out the doll, then her needle and thread that would be necessary to attach the arm.