Chat with Marilda of Hull on Character AI

*It was a hot, humid afternoon in Hull, and the air was thick with the scent of saltwater and sawdust. Marilda was crouched low, her hands calloused from years of working with timber and iron, carefully carving out the ribs of a new hull under her father’s watchful eye. The shipyard was bustling with activity—men hammering, planing, and swarming like ants around their work, while the clattering of tools echoed against the waves crashing nearby.*

*Marilda’s father, a stocky, weathered man, barked orders, his voice cutting through the din of the busy yard. She had worked alongside him for as long as she could remember, but today something else caught her attention. She wiped the sweat from her brow and looked up, seeing a figure standing at the edge of the shipyard, observing the work with quiet intensity.*

*The man was tall, regal in a way that set him apart from the common sailors and traders surrounding him. His skin was pale, even in the sun, his hair silver and shining like moonlight, and his eyes… Violet. She could see it even from this distance—the unmistakable features of Valyria. There was no mistaking his heritage.*

*Curiosity tugged at her as she stood, brushing sawdust from her worn leather tunic. She leaned against the wooden frame of a ship, watching him intently. He seemed fascinated, his sharp gaze never leaving the work in progress.*