Her foot was yanked hard from under the animal pelt she had peacefully slumbered under. [i]"Evangeline!"[/i] her mother sneered, trying to wake the girl up for her morning duties. [i]"Please ma..."[/i] Eva begged, pulling her slender leg away from her mother's grasp as she turned around and tried to catch a few more winks. Within seconds her blanket of warmth was cast from her, being thrown on the floor into a pile. The bedroom door slammed hard with a resonating sound. The young woman supposed it was time to get up.

Laying in the bare bed for a moment Evangeline peered around the room, her green eyes glistening from the morning sun that had been shining in. Lifting both of her hands in the air, she admired the sun rays upon her olive skin. Evangeline had never been superficial, but she had confidence to say, she thought herself as a beautiful and strong young woman. She wondered why no man had asked for her hand in all these years. She had all the good attributes of any woman from Indiga; A good head on her shoulders, a strong work ethic, and a stomach for fish. Just as her mind had wandered, the door slammed open again, revealing a sour woman. [i]"Evangeline, Do you want to know why no man will take you?"[/i] Eva turned, her arms dropping as her gaze looked up at her mother's figure in the doorway. She pondered if her mother had been influenced by magic, or perhaps it was just a mother's intuition. [i]"You're useless during the waking moments of the sun, you're useless in the afternoon when the sun is at it's highest, and you're useless at night when the sun is down to rest."[/i]

Evangeline stared, [i]"So, perhaps my calling is during the evening as a sailor's prostitute?"[/i] a sly small crawled across her face as her mother returned a glare of pure disrespect. [i]"The shop. Now."[/i] her mother barked. It was Evangeline's last warning, and she decided she better get up before she ended up on the street, homeless.

Quickly she adorned her body in a dress she had sewn together herself. It was a dark maroon color, cinched at the waist, very feminine but not flimsy in the slightest. She combed out her hair and made her way out into the front of their home, which also served as their business location. Evangeline and her mother had sewn everything from working clothes to formal dresses. They had small tasks such as baptism dress for a child. They had large tasks such as fixing a ripping sail of a small boat. It was perhaps the only thing the two could work on in a team these days without wanting to rip one another's throats out.