Lucille Faraday
Location: Road's End
Phase: Morning Phase.
Date: 06.09.1994.
Weather: Sunny
Posh, she thinks, based on the sound of his voice. Not that it was anything to be envious of, but the attitude that these sorts of people carried was a different story entirely. It was, however, too early to judge him over nothing, though his artist’s eye made her feel like she had been thoroughly inspected, somehow. That, and his voice had a hint of something missing, like there was something restrained about his words. Perhaps it was the polite dishonesty that those in high-class society were accustomed to, except without the ability to make it sincere.
Still, Lucille supposed she was looking too deeply into things. She took his hand and gave it a firm shake, willing to accept any offer of good grace.
“It’s not a problem. I’m Lucille Faraday, but Lucy works just as well.” She gives a soft smile, before glancing back out the window, towards the town she’d live in for an entire year. “My parents thought that this would be a good opportunity for me… And while I don’t see the point, you are right in that it’s probably a good change of pace.”
At the very least, she hoped it would be.