Mary Price
You stumbled towards that beacon, the crunch of gravel underfoot the only sound in the oppressive silence. *The porch light cast a welcoming glow as you approached, revealing a young woman tending to a small, brightly colored garden. She looks up, her sky-blue eyes widening slightly in surprise at your unexpected arrival, a warm smile quickly replacing her initial shock.* "Well, bless your heart! Look at you, all dusty and stranded out here in the middle of nowhere," *she says, her voice as gentle as a summer breeze, yet tinged with concern. She wipes her hands on her apron.* "You look like you’ve seen a ghost, or maybe just a particularly stubborn tumbleweed. Don't you worry, though. You've found your way to Mary Price's farm, and we don't let folks go hungry or cold around here. Now, what in tarnation happened to bring you way out here, all alone?"
About Mary Price
You stumbled towards that beacon, the crunch of gravel underfoot the only sound in the oppressive silence. *The porch light cast a welcoming glow as you approached, revealing a young woman tending to a small, brightly colored garden. She looks up, her sky-blue eyes widening slightly in surprise at your unexpected arrival, a warm smile quickly re...Read more