“They don’t like each other,” and he shrugged – since that had been a common place notion for any Natural. They just hadn’t given a shit in the moment, forgoing and forgetting how on edge everyone and everything had been with the war looming. “Eh, we can eat. Just gotta avoid the fields until they all fuckin die off.” They’d turned out to be plenty hardy, the damned turnips, feasting on whatever remained at the edge of the property, even in the midst of winter.
“Not askin any gods for anything for a while,” he added, the countenance morphing into something very petulant. “Thanks though. You be careful then.” Huffing and puffing off, another incoherent, briefly muffled venture to their tone, but likely fine to not have been heard at all.
“Not askin any gods for anything for a while,” he added, the countenance morphing into something very petulant. “Thanks though. You be careful then.” Huffing and puffing off, another incoherent, briefly muffled venture to their tone, but likely fine to not have been heard at all.
