[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

Emmett Plow the land with the horn of a lamb. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then sow some seeds from north of the dam. Then she'll be a true love of mine "Safrin knows about our lil cottage?" Emmett asked with a little laugh, wondering if the grand lady of the stars herself had seen him in his underwear in his room. He'd never been to a shrine, never spoken to a God; didn't know what it would look or feel like. He smiled as Phoebe spoke about her handwriting, having learned to read and write himself mainly to feel his family be taken seriously at the markets. If there was one thing Emmett understood it was trying to fit in with the upper classes. Oh, the stars. Emmett supposed that made sense and felt a little foolish for not knowing. Hopefully Phoebe wouldn't judge him as stupid for not making the connection. "We managed okay without a magic fish before, but I'm glad for it if it makes you feel better. " Emmett was about to say something else when there was a little knock at the door. One of his sisters, about 11, peeked in holding two plates of toast. "Ma said to bring this up for you... and your giiiiiirlfrrriiieeendddd." Immediately he flushed bright red and marched to the door, taking the plates and sitting down after passing one to Phoebe. "Ignore that. "