{SEASONAL THREAD} Kindness of Strangers

The former king had finally accepted that he wasn’t getting back home to Camelot, but that didn’t mean he was going to let himself be kept down by such knowledge. Regardless of where he was, he was a man of the people, a servant to the only worthy master there was.    After the tragedies of Longnight, Arthur decided to dedicate his time to helping to renew the settlement. There were things to do in preparation for this festival of welcoming Flowerbirth to the settlement after Longnight. Such strange ways to address the seasons, but it was fitting, and he knew that he was still adjusting to the way this world operated.    Before he had pulled free the sword from its granite prison, he had been a squire to his elder brother. When he wasn’t training or tagging along to jousts and tournaments, he was helping on the farm, which meant that he was decently experienced in working with his hands.    He walked through the fields with a twisted wood staff in hand and a small sack of seeds slung across his body. Deepfrost wasn’t the best time for farming, but the arrival of Flowerbirth meant that it was best to jump on planting and tending to the fields. After all, autumn - or whatever they called it here - would be upon them before they knew it!    Arthur dragged his staff over the dirt in the fields as he walked in the small patch he was paying attention to, making shallow lines to follow before going over them with the tools he had sat just off of the field to make them deeper and suitable for any kind of crop. ARTHUR If serving others is below you, leadership is beyond you.