we are just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Wessex’s arrival is a pleasant surprise, and Ophelia turns at the uttering of their name, expression brightening immediately upon laying eyes on their sister in arms. “Wessex, hello,” they greet warmly. They giggle quietly at the raised brow, pleased, but now was not the time for conversation. Their day was dedicated to work.
Though he’s correct they do not need to eat, they are not the only ones in the Grounds. Wessex is undoubtedly a proficient hunter, so Ophelia chimes in with their own strength. “My family were farmers for generations. I know the others well, I’m happy to discuss grain with them. We could even sow it wild in the meadows if we enforced basic borders to dissuade invasive plants.” Wheat was far easier to grow wild after all, not requiring things like greenhouses and watering systems.
Though he’s correct they do not need to eat, they are not the only ones in the Grounds. Wessex is undoubtedly a proficient hunter, so Ophelia chimes in with their own strength. “My family were farmers for generations. I know the others well, I’m happy to discuss grain with them. We could even sow it wild in the meadows if we enforced basic borders to dissuade invasive plants.” Wheat was far easier to grow wild after all, not requiring things like greenhouses and watering systems.
