Evelyn straightened the usual old, dark olive shirt that she wore most days, making sure she looked half decent as she glanced over herself in the cracked, dirty mirror. Today she was going to help Galileo paint the store, and though she didn’t really think how messy it could be, she at least didn’t want to be ratty; it was probably a girl thing, wanting to look nice even in silliest occasions. She didn’t own many cloths, and what she did have was hanging over an iron rod in her wardrobe that was nestled in the corner of her bedroom, near the emptied but clean fireplace. Like the rest of the house, the room wasn’t remarkable, but in a far better condition than when the she had first claimed it. She had finished the rest of the roof yesterday, patching whatever holes or leaks there were, and now the store was ready to be painted, and Evelyn couldn’t wait for the drab, faint colors that were currently on the building to be covered up. This was the project─ besides the caravan that she, Bangle, Sky, and Taliesin were building─ that was the biggest thing she ever tried to recreate, and it made her excited that it was reaching a vital point this day.

She exited the room, climbing down the stairs as she combed her mane with her fingers mindlessly, and slipped through two rooms and walked out onto the porch. The sun was at a good height in the sky, and Evelyn could almost feel its rays from the shady porch, but the heat didn’t concern her; she discovered that the store had a basement, and in it colored bottles which she filled with fresh water, and if she or Galileo get parched, it wouldn’t become a problem. There were also other bottles down in the underground floor, never before opened and filled with preserved liquid, but the girl knew very well by the alcoholic scent that they wouldn’t be drinking that, since she had before seen its side effects. Besides, today was supposed to be fun, no worries to be concerned about and just to hang out with a friend. Nothing could seem like a better idea for the wolfdog, and to keep herself from thinking about anything to bother her, she pulled up a chair and sat patiently in it; she wondered what colors Galileo was going to bring, and knew he would be here soon with the paint.

Evelyn almost dismissed the soft knocking for a pebble or something that small hitting the side of the house from being carried by the wind. But as she glanced at the windows, she saw a figure, and instantly knew it was Galileo. The she got up from her seat and stepped outside, her muzzle fixed with a polite, friendly smile as she greeted the coyote hybrid, “Hey, Galileo. How’s Apep doing?” Since she had met the man, she had learned a few things, like not being too overbearing like she was at the oasis. Just thinking about it made her embarrassed; she pictured her face crossed with a goofy grin and her mouth producing questions about everything and anything, that’s how she exactly behaved that day, but today she would keep her talking to a minimum. Evelyn pushed that memory to the back of her mind, and focused more on what the two were going to do that day.

The brown furred wolfdog took noticed of the box the Esecutore was carrying, and titled her head in curiosity as she stared at its contents, but did not ask what they were. She was sure he would explain soon enough, since she was clueless about anything that had to do with spray painting, so pestering him about it would end up being pointless. “How long do you think this will take?” she inquired instead, taking her eyes off of the stencils. That at least was a better question; ignorant as she was, Evelyn was certain that it would not take any more than a few days, maybe even hours, but she wasn’t sure. The only thing she was good at was crafting, she was certain of that. She was a good hunter only from the traps she made, and she was never in a true fight before, and couldn’t even read, the most basic Luperci trait. Learning a different trade was good for a person who only specialized in one subject.