[Seasonal Event] Back To Work

"Oh, for us? Well, that's mighty nice, Maea. Thank you." He knew better than to refuse food when he really needed it, so Emmett took the handles of the cart and began to pull it up to the house, smiling and nodding at his siblings who jumped up excitedly and asked if it was for them. For just a moment everything was normal, pulling the cart and thinking about where to plant the rest of the crops...then Maea had to go and say she was sorry. Instantly Emmett took a sharp breath and felt the world crumble around him. He couldn't stop the tears, taking a hand from the cart to swipe at his eyes. "Uh, sorry, I...I just..um. It's a lot." He whispered out through the sobs that threatened to choke him, the inevitable glance through the window of the farmhouse to the bloody kitchen a final blow to his shot nerves. Placing the cart down beside the wall he pressed his hands to his forehead and tried to force himself to breathe slow and calmly. "I don'...know what to do. 'Cept plant the new crop." Emmett You think that luck has left you there But maybe there's nothing Up in the sky but air And there's no mystical design