Cordelia
Cordelia takes the time to place the labels back where they go, ensuring they're visible to anyone who would come in to harvest herbs for their own needs. With that job done, Cordelia takes up a basket, turning her attention to the corn that needs to be harvested next. Walking through the rows, the Shrike examines each stalk, grasping ears of corn at the base and wrenching them free from the plant. Soon she has a nearly overflowing basket of the fresh vegetable and she has to get a second basket.
"We'll have plenty here to dry out and grind up for cornmeal, but there is enough for a fresh meal." Cordelia calls out to the others, placing her second basket next to the first, pushing her hair from her face as she stands.
"We'll have plenty here to dry out and grind up for cornmeal, but there is enough for a fresh meal." Cordelia calls out to the others, placing her second basket next to the first, pushing her hair from her face as she stands.
'Cause darling, it was good // Never looking down
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
