Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
There came a sound like a chair falling over and the rapid thuds of approaching footsteps. When the door opened it was in a rush of warm air and the scent of wood smoke and something savory that's cooking for a long time. (Not burned, not yet at least.) The light spilled out around the figure of the petite woman, comfortably dressed in a homespun wool dress and with a look of intense relief on her face.
"Uncle Merles! It's good to see you, I was worried something had happened." Looking past the burly man, an old acquaintance of her father's, she took in the tired horses and the bundled up shape that stood half-hidden behind the heavily laden sled. "Who's your friend? That's not Stian, is it?" Hesitating, she looked between the farmer and the figure. She didn't remember any of his sons being that tall.
"Uncle Merles! It's good to see you, I was worried something had happened." Looking past the burly man, an old acquaintance of her father's, she took in the tired horses and the bundled up shape that stood half-hidden behind the heavily laden sled. "Who's your friend? That's not Stian, is it?" Hesitating, she looked between the farmer and the figure. She didn't remember any of his sons being that tall.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
