eduaphora loved winter. chilly air, pricking the skin lightly, crispy ice on puddles and cobstones. she remembered how in her childhood mother always went vivid when she stepped on the frozen water again and agin just to hear the ice crack. "it's not appropriate behaviour for a young lady, eduaphora, stop it this instant". she still did it each time mother wasn't looking. her little act of defiance.

\\look at her now, living freely out of the grasp of mother's fingers\\

eduaphora loved winter, she used any exuse to wear long skirts, warm sweaters and knitted shawles, and winter was a perfect one. she loved this atmosphere of stillness as well. dead leaves on trees, birds flying off to warmer places. all the living things seemed to go to this long-term slumber. people also seemed to be affected by cold and they seem less lively. which also was a pleasant bonus.

generally, she didn't, per se, hated people, she tolerated them while they did not bothered her, but her job of selling or buying things from people was, quite frankly, rather bothersome. and she did not enjoyed it one bit.

\\ now, dealing with artifacts was more enjoyable part of her duties as artifact appriser\\

"oh, hello there, mr keats," she greets him, and, surprisingly the smile on her lips is genuine, not this polite smile of a shop attendant that she puts on for some clients.
\\ or the cautious frown for the most clients here\\

okay. some people might be more than tolerable, she admitted to herself.

"winston is..doing some errands" she hesitated for a second, chosing her words carefully.

well. how else to describe this catastrophy of a child that appeared out of nowhere and required his full attention just to learn how to behave properly?

"his loss, really," eduaphora chuckled. "so what brings you here on this lovely winter day, mr keats?"