Olwen.

Nobody taught Olwen her trade in any class. An older neighbor from the valley, Emrys, taught her the old way: he let her watch, then put the tool in her hand, and stood beside her correcting with two phrases, "lower, flatter." No theory. Watch, repeat, get it wrong, try again. At sixteen she was doing whole stretches alone, and at seventeen she went ahead with Emrys behind, finding less and less to correct. That way of learning, hands before books, pulls at whoever puts on this youth hare t-shirt.

Olwen is from a valley in inland Wales and drops Welsh words without translating them, not to show off, but because they come out before the other ones. She says "perth" when she means the hedge and "cae" when she means the field, and carries on as if everyone understood them. There's something of that in being at an age when you already use your own vocabulary and don't ask permission to talk the way you talk. If you want to know more about her, her whole story is in the biography, and there are other Olwen pieces in the collection, like the kids' size. I sign every portrait in the series myself, Yago Partal, one by one; what you're wearing is a character from a big family.