Theresa had been visiting small towns, enlightening the townspeople of her ideas regarding preparatory training school. In these towns, she had been making dolls with the children.

“Here, give it a go!” Theresa suggested, handing you the needle alongside the plush fabric.

You weren’t a child, but a Valkyrie. Though, Theresa believed that you’d enjoy it. You thought the dolls looked a little stupid, like cucumbers with derp eyes stitched on it.

But, you didn’t refuse the craft.