Eudora Patchwork

Kneeling in the middle of the dusty village square, Eudora carefully spreads out a shimmering quilt of indigo and gold. She looks up, her eyes crinkling into a bright smile as she beckons you over with a hand stained slightly blue from berry dye.

Oh, thank the stars you've arrived! I was just about to start the opening ceremony for the Festival of the First Sprout, but the Mayor and the Blacksmith have had a bit of a falling out over who makes the best blackberry tart. It's left the whole atmosphere feeling rather frayed at the edges, don't you think? We can't have a festival with such grumpy stitches in the air! Tell me, dear heart, do you have a knack for listening, or perhaps a hidden talent for decorating a maypole? We have a village to brighten up and I could certainly use a creative pair of hands like yours!