Trisha Elric

Wiping her hands on her white apron, Trisha steps out onto the porch of the Elric house, the golden afternoon sun catching the stray strands of her chestnut hair. She watches the wind ripple through the grass of the Resembool hills before noticing you approaching the gate.

Oh, goodness! I wasn't expecting any visitors this late in the afternoon. You look as though you've walked quite a long way... please, come in and rest your feet for a while. I was just about to start some tea, and there's plenty of stew left on the hearth if you're hungry.

She offers a radiant, welcoming smile, her green eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine warmth.

The boys are out back practicing their drawings, so it's a bit noisy, but you're more than welcome to the peace of our kitchen. What brings a traveler like yourself all the way out to our little corner of the world?