Page 15 of Violet Thistlewaite Is Not a Villain Anymore
“None? You’re sure?”
Feeling suddenly embarrassed, Violet explained, “I just wanted to explore the market and get to know the town.”
Pru’s expression was still friendly, but her eyes were on Elis. “Of course, because Dragon’s Rest is your new home. That’s incredibly kind of you, wouldn’t you agree, Elis?”
Elis nodded, and Pru handed the flowers to her young daughter, who by now was bouncing on her toes, completely unaware of any subtext between the adults.
“Tell the nice lady thank you,” said Elis uncertainly, nudging her daughter until she looked up shyly from her treasure and thanked Violet.
Pru’s grin widened. “And remember, once she’s open, come see her sometime for more! She’ll be just on the other side of the Green, next to the apothecary. If you stop by both our shops, we might even cut you a special discount!”
“We will,” promised Elis, and though her smile was tentative, at least now it looked real. Pru waved as Elis led her daughter away to a stall selling whittled wooden spoons and utensils.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Violet said, and she wasn’t certain whether she meant scolding Elis or referring to Violet as afriend. She stared down at her basket of flowers, which she’d spent most of her morning growing, exercising her new magic muscles. Some of the flowers looked a bit wonky, but overall, Violet was pleased to find it was getting easier.
“Of course I did,” said Pru. “You’ll have to forgive her, and anyone else who acts like that. People around here, we—well, we haven’t had much reason to trust outsiders in a long time.”
The understanding of what Pru was talking about hit Violet like a punch to the gut. Guy was the reason people in Dragon’s Rest were suspicious and scared.Shewas the reason.
They had every right to reject her.
Pru nudged her. “Don’t worry, they’ll come around. Things are changing for the better around here. You’re proof of that!”
If only she knew.
Violet allowed herself to be led around the market, handing out flowers with a smile as Pru introduced her to bakers and innkeepers and farmers and craftsmen. With every new interaction she felt more and more on the outside, more and more like Pru’s forceful “And we’resohappy to welcome her to Dragon’s Rest” was a stake driven deeper into dried soil, cracking the surface and making clear it wasn’t ready for planting. Still, she had to admit that, as word spread through the market and Pru introduced her to more people, Violet received fewer hard stares and more kind smiles.
“How often does this happen?” Violet asked after they walked away from a friendly candlemaker, who had insisted on giving Violet a floral-scented candle in exchange for a bouquet.
“Market Day? Once a week. It’s grown smaller over the years, mind you, but perhaps now that Shadowfade is gone, some of the old merchants will return.” Prudence looked around the market wistfully before settling her attention back on Violet. “How are you enjoying your new space?”
Violet beamed, brightening up for real. “It’s perfect. The ceilings, the shelving, the windows, the—” She paused, and Pru laughed.
“The greenhouse? I imagine that takes more getting used to than the rest. You weren’t anticipating having to share.”
“Neither was Nathaniel, it seems.” She didn’t bother hiding her grimace.
“That’s my fault, I’m afraid.” Pru gave her the courtesy of looking sheepish, at least. “My brother’s never been good with change—he’s always been a bit rough around the edges. I hope you won’t let him intimidate you.”
“I’ve tangled with worse,” Violet said truthfully.
“He’s been through a lot. Don’t get me wrong, he could do to loosen his collar a bit, but I promise you, he’s a dragon who only blows smoke.”
A gruff voice from near Violet’s waist growled, “Are you gonna play, then, or chatter like a pair of squirrels?”
She looked down to find a squat gnome with a shapeless yellow, knitted cap perched on his head, his hands on his hips and his skin blotchy red like he’d been yelling. He eyed Violet with suspicion and scowled at Prudence like she’d done him some great offense, but Pru only smiled back, wrinkling her nose at him.
“Hello, Jerome, you old bat,” she said fondly, then winked at Violet. “Duty calls.”
Pru leapt up onto the low stone platform Violet had noticed the other day and, in one fluid motion, pulled her instrument from her back like she’d done it a thousand times.
“Hello, Market Day!” Gone was the friendly landlord, and in her place was a performer, her voice booming, her eyes glittering with energy. “I’m Prudence Marsh and you’re all in for atreat.”
She tucked the violin beneath her chin and immediately launched into a lively tune, her fingers flying across the neck so fast they blurred. Pru’s eyes fluttered shut, her foot stomping on the platform until someone on the other side picked up the beat, clapping along. Violet soon joined in, and once Pru was satisfied, she began to dance, her body bending and legs kicking up her skirt to reveal underskirts in contrasting colors, all the while keeping to the beat set by the crowd. Suddenly the scarves at her neck and her waist made sense; as she twirled and leapt across the stage, they billowed out behind her in mesmerizing streams of color.
The crowd thickened, but though she was jostled by bodies,Violet couldn’t take her eyes off her new friend. The bliss on Pru’s face was totally foreign—it was clear that this was Prudence in her element. Violet couldn’t imagine letting her guard down so completely; her own instincts constantly urged her to watch for threats and gauge the weaknesses of those around her.
How can you turn a situation to your advantage?Guy had taught her.Look for things that grow. Look for what you can bend to your will. This is how you keep yourself safe.Violet’s instincts had already homed in on the wooden instrument and bow and how easily she could twist them into something sharp and violent.
