"A well is a deep hole dug into the ground to reach underground water," Isabella said, raising her voice just enough so everyone could hear, her tone crisp and deliberate, melodic in its clarity. "The water comes from beneath the surface—clean, filtered naturally through layers of soil and stone."
She took a few steps to the side, motioning gracefully to the large stone-lined structure behind her. "This is the one we built. It doesn't look like much now, but it's powerful. Unlike the rivers and streams you're used to, this pulls from a deeper, safer source."
The villagers were quiet—staring, blinking, shifting in place as if trying to make sense of it. None of them dared interrupt this strange little woman who spoke with such strange little words. But her tone, her posture—it was commanding. Even the skeptical ones stayed quiet.
"I noticed," Isabella continued, eyes scanning the crowd, "that your current water sources… well, let's just say they're not the best."
