Note: This thread takes place about a day after the Queen meeting ME, and before the Monster Hunting Guild PQ.
Emmett usually liked the quiet of the fields when he was stressed, but today it felt like a ticking clock. Like a reminder of seconds passing as his control slipped, a constant waiting for the moment where he was sure it was about to all go tits up. Or...more so than it already had done. He wasn't sure what, but he had a feeling that something was coming. Maybe it was the rising tensions in Caido, maybe it was just farmer's superstition. Either way, it wasn't anything logical, so he tried to ignore it and get on with his chores.
He was on the further out fields, ones that he had honestly abandoned since his family had died. Having decided to try and bring new life to the messy land, he was working with a scythe and shovel to cut weeds and till earth, making the previously wild space into one much more contained.
Standing up for a break he wiped the back of his forehead and stood leaning on his shovel, looking over the green lengths of the land he loved so much. Recently, it felt like he hardly knew the landscape anymore.
Emmett usually liked the quiet of the fields when he was stressed, but today it felt like a ticking clock. Like a reminder of seconds passing as his control slipped, a constant waiting for the moment where he was sure it was about to all go tits up. Or...more so than it already had done. He wasn't sure what, but he had a feeling that something was coming. Maybe it was the rising tensions in Caido, maybe it was just farmer's superstition. Either way, it wasn't anything logical, so he tried to ignore it and get on with his chores.
He was on the further out fields, ones that he had honestly abandoned since his family had died. Having decided to try and bring new life to the messy land, he was working with a scythe and shovel to cut weeds and till earth, making the previously wild space into one much more contained.
Standing up for a break he wiped the back of his forehead and stood leaning on his shovel, looking over the green lengths of the land he loved so much. Recently, it felt like he hardly knew the landscape anymore.
