[Seasonal Event] Back To Work

Emmett was relieved to hear Maea didn't think she was going to lead any kind of government; without being rude he could not imagine her heading up a leadership and being taken seriously. With how ruffled feathers were at the moment, he could see an attempt to grab power going very poorly, didn't want her to be hurt. "I hope it ain' til the end of harvest, cos it'd be a pain in the arse." He laughed, though this did hint towards a real worry of his. If everyone ran off outside the barrier, would there be enough people left to buy his crops, supplement the farm? Would he be able to make a living here? Support his siblings? Or was he doomed to wander with them, searching for food in whatever laid past the realm he had always known? Still, worries aside, the days work was done and Maea was here right now, present and kind and offering her help. "Thank you, that's real nice. I might need t'take you up on that, sometime, if I gotta do it all come summer. And it goes both ways -- you need anything at your place, just ask." 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