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Regula
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It was a little strange for Regula to return to where she was raised with Aria in tow. The carriage couldn't even bring them all the way there, as the narrow and bumpy streets wouldn't be fit for the vehicle. It was the polar opposite of the mansion they'd been brought to when meeting with Aria's father. The streets were cramped, smelly and stuffy. It wasn't quite the slums, as those mostly remained in the Underbelly, but it wasn't far from it. However, there was one major difference. After a few twists and turns through-out the streets, people actually started greeting Regula. From general greetings such as an elderly man saying “Ah, kid, welcome back!” to requests such as “Ah, Regula! Could you sharpen the knives from my butchery?” to gossiping women asking her “Oh my, who's this girl you're bringing along?” Regula would greet back, schedule a time and gently brush off the nosy folk (in that order) as they kept going.
Eventually, they arrived in a slightly broader street, with lots of folk being about. Some were selling vegetables on the streets, others were carrying goods. A few elderly folk were just standing or setting around, watching the world pass by. Regula stopped at a pretty unassuming house, turning back to Aria. “This is it. My mother and I live in the two rooms at the top floor of this building. Please wait here for a bit, I'll quickly go check if she's in and if she's proper.” Regula knew her mother's line of work well enough to know it was better to check first. Although her mother made a strict rule never to bring any customers home, she wasn't always presentable enough for new introductions, to say the least.
As Regula opened the door with her keys, it revealed a storage room with a staircase in the back. It was chock-full of crates of various shapes and sizes, suggesting the ground floor was used as storage by some of the folks selling their goods on the streets outside. Aria wouldn't have to wait outside for long, as Regula called out short after. “All is good, please come upstairs and close the door behind you!” As Aria would do so, the next floor she'd enter had a very narrow hallway, with three small rooms and another staircase to the back. One of the doors was open, revealing an elderly woman sitting an arm-chair whilst knitting a scarf. Upon spotting Aria, the elderly woman smiled. “Oh, my, you look younger each day, Rosalia!”
Regula, upon hearing it, explained what was going on before the confusion could settle in. “Ah, don't mind her, Aria. She's miss Vera, one of our downstairs neighbours. She lived here for most of her life, but lately she's thinking of every woman with white or grey hair to be my mother. She says the same to me whenever I pass her room, so don't think too much of it.” After saying it, she smiled at the elderly lady, who was looking a bit confused as the presence of two Rosalia's, before forgetting all about it and returning to her knitting. “She's a nice lady on good days, but on days like these, it's best to leave her to her knitting. Anyhow, it's one more floor up.”
As they climbed the last set of stairs, they arrived in an attic-room, with pretty much just the stairs and a single door. It was too small for two people to stand there, but luckily, the door was already open and they could walk on in. The first of Regula's two room house itself was a cramped, but cosy. There was a bed against one wall to the side, and a table with two chairs to another. In the back were a closet and a door to another room, likely where Regula's mother slept and kept her work-related outfits and items. There weren't any facilities to cook or wash up, suggesting they used the communal facilities along the streets they'd passed along the way. The latter was probably a bit too much of generous term for it, as they'd been little more than places you could warm up water on a fire and then use it to wash yourself in dubious privacy, but they at least had something arranged in these parts of town.
Regula gestured to the couch. “Please, sit down.” As she did so, another woman showed up from the bedroom.
Rosalia
“Oh my, Regula said she brought a friend, but I didn't expect such a cute girl. She's always been such a tomboy, I expected the first person she'd bring here would be some muscular and heavily scarred warrior~”
Regula turned a bit red. “Mom, please.”
Rosalia just smiled. “Anyway, I'm Rosalia. Nice to meet you~” There was a fairly strong scent of perfume, mostly roses, coming from Rosalia. “Would you like something to drink? I'm afraid I've only got wine, water or apple juice at the moment.”
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