Isabella took a deep breath, hands on her hips, as she stared at the muddy, half-dug hole that was supposed to be a well.
This was great news. It meant her instincts were superior. Genius-level instincts. Clearly.
But now… there was a problem.
She had no idea what to do next.
Sure, she knew about a lot of things but well-making? That was so far outside her expertise it was practically on another planet.
Still, there was no way she was going to let these clueless villagers think she didn't have a plan.
So, like any confident woman in charge, she pretended she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Alright, listen up!" she clapped her hands, making the ten males stand straighter. A few passing villagers slowed down, watching with interest.
A random old man scratched his head. "What's this hole for?"
"A well," Isabella answered smoothly.
The villagers blinked at her.
"A what?"
"A well. For water."
"...Isn't water just in rivers?" a confused woman asked.
