Alice

Alice (32mm, 75mm) Alice moved through her tavern with quiet grace, her worn apron brushing against the wooden benches as she gathered empty tankards into her wicker basket. The regulars adored her—not for boisterous charm, but for the way she remembered every man’s preferred brew and how her hazel eyes softened when handing a bowl of stew to a road-weary traveler. Her dress, a faded blue workhorse patched at the elbows, whispered of dawn-to-dusk labor, yet the wildflowers she tucked above the