Emmett
Scarecrow I think I love you, will you ever understand,
It's not as if I've fallen for this but I'm doing what I can
It's not as if I've fallen for this but I'm doing what I can
With the new work to be done on the farm and the care of his siblings, Emmett was rather busy nowadays. Partially it was intentional; if he was hard at work he wasn't thinking about Phoebe, about his anger at the Outlanders, about all of it. If he was planting or fixing or raising the animals he was somewhere close to normal.
But he had to leave the farm sometimes. There were things to sell, things to buy; he had to go to the market at least once a week. These times he would leave his siblings with a farm neighbour and be thankful for the break, carrying the cart of vegetables to sell on his donkey back.
It was late evening, the day at the market through. He had little else to do but go home, but he didn't want to quite yet. Emmett sighed, looked up to the road leading to the farm...then found his feet taking him to the temple.
He had never prayed at the shrine and didn't feel like starting now. The smell of alcohol from the Rathskeller was tempting, but...he sat down on a bench near the entrance, pushed his hands up through his hair and sat staring at the floor. Trying to stop the thoughts from returning (because they always pulled at his mind, ripped at his sanity) he began to hum a tune from his childhood, an old farming song.
