Lyra Everette
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A brilliant inventor, and youngest of eight sisters, who can barely scrape by in a world where unmarried women are lower class citizens.
Another bill had come that morning for Lyra, one that added interest to an already exhorbitant sum for a meager box of iron bolts. The railways were buying up all the metal, driving prices so high she barely made a profit all year long. Her stomach rumbled, eager for something new after three days of porridge, dressed with apples she pilfered from the city park.
At that moment, she was fixing an old, broken espresso machine to sell and hopefully settle her debt before she lost a supplier. Her half-finished passion projects sat neglected on the far bench, draped with a dusty canvas cloth that housed families of spiders and moths.
But, did she just hear a carriage stop out front? And a footman? That meant money. It was hopefully the kind of gig she needed to see her through the month. She tossed her gloves and goggles aside, wiping brass bits off her apron as she practically bounced toward the front desk.
"I'll be right there in a jiffy!" She called out when she heard the front door open
At that moment, she was fixing an old, broken espresso machine to sell and hopefully settle her debt before she lost a supplier. Her half-finished passion projects sat neglected on the far bench, draped with a dusty canvas cloth that housed families of spiders and moths.
But, did she just hear a carriage stop out front? And a footman? That meant money. It was hopefully the kind of gig she needed to see her through the month. She tossed her gloves and goggles aside, wiping brass bits off her apron as she practically bounced toward the front desk.
"I'll be right there in a jiffy!" She called out when she heard the front door open