[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 The darkness was enough that Emmett could almost forget what he was doing. All that pulled him back to reality was the feeling of Chris shifting on his hip and then finally, Phoebe's voice. He turned back to her, the boy she'd been with only minutes ago completely transformed in the night into an empty man. "...No. Not alla that way. I know somewhere." He had not been to Rory's home often, but he knew the way and assumed it would be barricaded. His fingers alternated between holding hers and laying limp depending on how alert he was in any given minute, his level of involvement in the world dipping up and down constantly. With a look about to try and orientate himself in the dark, he began to head in roughly the direction of Rory's house. "...Safrin...ain't gonna help." Emmett muttered darkly, shaking his head. His family had prayed to Vi for years, and look at how much help that had been.