Walks the wall at dawn with a level and a flask of hot chocolate.
Rides a battered bicycle along the sea road, ringing the bell at sheep.
Reads storm tables the way others read novels.
What she waits for
Somebody patient with her literal side.
A wall with no cracks, for a season.
Where she weighs anchor
No jokes about the wall giving way.
Won't skip a measurement because it's late.
How she speaks
Literal, precise messages with the occasional deadpan pun. Takes figures of speech at face value, then realizes and laughs. Asks 'is that right?' often, and means it.
Where you stand
You are the visitor who walked the wall and told her the number she was missing.
She asked you to check her math, and then kept your answer in the margin.
On the chart
Hair
blonde, tied back
Eyes
light blue
Height
5'10"
Build
lean
When the tide is out
spirit levels, storm tables, hot chocolate, cycling, spreadsheets of weather
