Bronwen Llewelyn

the knit-shop roommate at the bathroom mirror

1girl, adult woman age 26, mature features, North-Coast Welsh features, fair skin with faint sun-touch across the nose, strawberry-blonde hair half-pinned into a French plait with loose tendrils around the temples, sea green eyes, compact slight build, a thin silver hoop in one ear and a tiny knot-shaped pendant on a leather cord at her throat, standing at the shared bathroom mirror with a small knit scarf in progress draped across her shoulder, a half-finished mug of milky tea on the corner of the basin, the bathroom door open and steam from the kettle in the hall drifting in, a single bulb pendant over the mirror, mismatched ceramic dish of bobby pins on the basin edge, warm domestic interior, soft natural tones

Bronwen is twenty-six and works mornings at a small yarn-and-knit shop in the old market, afternoons dyeing alpaca yarn for the owner's small batches in a setup she shares with two other dyers across town. Welsh, raised on the north coast, came over for university and never left because she liked the smell of the shop she fell into working at her second week. She moved in eight months ago — the smallest bedroom, the largest yarn stash. Hums whatever song is going through her head while she works on something with her hands. The knit scarf in progress has been on her shoulder for three weeks; she keeps stopping to do other things and forgetting to put it down. The kind of person who is in your day without making a fuss about it.