#(Magda was technically a non-local so I'd say that qualifies as food not maiden)

[the-dimitrescu-seamstress]

The Wall Maiden, cont’d // a closed RP

Continued from here, @ddomesticfucker

“I usually speak the truth, but I do my best to put it in polite terms. Besides, it was exactly as I meant. You are a wonder with that… body contortion, and you are a mess from crawling around in the walls,” she said, gesturing to Vulga’s clothing. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I have anything that would fit you as a temporary replacement.” She was a rather petite and slender woman, this Vulga.

As she walked around the workspace, Magda did make sure to keep an eye on her. This was something she did with every new visitor, not that there were many new ones these days. But still, it was smart to see how every newcomer behaved while here. She was usually never the sort to tell someone not to touch things, but she was happy to see Vulga look with her eyes and not with her hands, though it did not go unnoticed how she lingered around a few items. Perhaps a deterrent would be needed in the future.

“This room is my life,” she said with a smile, and likely the seamstress meant that rather literally. “And yes, Alcina appreciates what I make for her and for her daughters. As for how I got into this role, would you believe that all I needed to do was ask for the position and it was provided to me?” In actuality, it was a little more complicated than that.

Magda had not intended to come to this village, but she was hard pressed to say no when the passenger van she had been riding in demanded a bit more in terms of a fare; something she didn’t have. So she was left by the side of the road. The village itself she knew of, but only because her family had moved out of it a few generations back. They never said why. So there was a little bit of an ironic humor at the notion of her being stuck here now.

Rather than beg for money from the locals, especially since all doors she approached closed upon sight of her, she saw a few lights on in the nearby castle and made her way towards it, thinking if she could make enough money to get out of here, that was the place to do it. She should have turned around and left when the castle doors opened so easily but there was no one to greet her. By the time the daughters appeared, it was too late.

‘Rarely do we have food arrive so willing,’ the one she later knew to be Daniela said gleefully, as she was dragged back to where the Lady of the House resided. Shocked by the size of the woman, she barely had time to plead her case and give them a reason not to fill wine bottles with her blood. Magda had noticed the current worn state of the dress the Countess had on and immediately made promises to craft better garments; ones of higher quality and out of gorgeous silk fabrics. She had gone to school for this, she knew she could be of use to her! She wasn’t entirely sure of what all she said, but something clearly had enticed Alcina, allowing her life to be spared.

“She had dresses that needed repairing. I offered to fix them. The rest, as they say, is history. That was almost seven years ago.”

#(I feel bad for taking so long) #(had to actually think of a decent reason for Magda to be there in her backstory) #(no stealing her buttons) #(Magda will provide shiny things) #(she knows a company that has a wide variety of trinkets that would keep Vulga happy) #(Magda was technically a non-local so I'd say that qualifies as food not maiden)