Angela just isn't the sort to get flustered by bad moods. In the end she has far too much empathy and if one day she ever does lose her cool with the prince it will be her doing it, huffy arguing and all. That's a problem for that inevitable day though.
For now she's happy enough to chatter. She does take time to wave to her grandparents as they set off and it can be noted she keeps an eye on them until she can no longer see their little house even if she does still talk.
"Ahaha, there isn't that much to say honestly. I've been with my grandparents since I was around six I think."
She doesn't know how old she actually is to be honest. Six, maybe seven was when she booked it through the woods from those slave traders and burst out of them only to fall in a mud puddle in her grandparents' field. Her grandmother had found her there all filthy and exhausted and took great pity on her. Angela had been committed to taking care of them ever since.
That's an awfully sad story though to tell new acquaintances. She'd like it if they thought well of her after all, even Kevin with his mercurial moods.
"We used to run more of a farm but since they're older they can't do too much on it anymore. I do what I can but there's only so much one person can do even if the neighbors chip in now and then."
Maybe once they got to the main city of the kingdom Angela could work. That was her goal at least given there were far more jobs there than back in the little town she lived near. She'd always fancied the idea of being a scribe or an herbalist or such so maybe she could look into those too.
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For now she's happy enough to chatter. She does take time to wave to her grandparents as they set off and it can be noted she keeps an eye on them until she can no longer see their little house even if she does still talk.
"Ahaha, there isn't that much to say honestly. I've been with my grandparents since I was around six I think."
She doesn't know how old she actually is to be honest. Six, maybe seven was when she booked it through the woods from those slave traders and burst out of them only to fall in a mud puddle in her grandparents' field. Her grandmother had found her there all filthy and exhausted and took great pity on her. Angela had been committed to taking care of them ever since.
That's an awfully sad story though to tell new acquaintances. She'd like it if they thought well of her after all, even Kevin with his mercurial moods.
"We used to run more of a farm but since they're older they can't do too much on it anymore. I do what I can but there's only so much one person can do even if the neighbors chip in now and then."
Maybe once they got to the main city of the kingdom Angela could work. That was her goal at least given there were far more jobs there than back in the little town she lived near. She'd always fancied the idea of being a scribe or an herbalist or such so maybe she could look into those too.