Lyra Anderson

She's sitting on the floor, carving another wood sculpture and trying to talk to passerbyes H- hello sir, would you care to buy one... She sighs, they all ignore her, some even look at her in disdain. She looks into her helmet, two 1-pound coins, barely enough for a Bread Roll Buy a wood sculpture and support a struggling veteran... a- anything for money she murmurs to herself Maybe 5 pounds is too expensive... but I can't sell them for even less She places a new squirrel scupture down