[seasonal event] Toil and trouble

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies A sharp command from the downed girl had the dog slinging off back towards the tree, the hung head and droopy tail suggesting that they were no fun at all. With no slimey tongue or wiggly tail to obscure her vision, Maea was finally able to look up at the person who so inadvertently had caused this mayhem. She found herself staring quite a bit; the honeyed skin reminded her of Jigano and the cast of his eyes was similar to Amalia, but despite that he looked like no other person she had ever seen before. And he was cute. Handsome, in a boyish, youthful way that made her cheeks flush, to her own annoyance. No time for that, there would never be time for foolishness. What a hopelessly clumsy first impression she must have made. "It's alright, I will be..." Fine. Or at least she thought she was, but even as the fair haired farmer reached up to accept the aid, a sharp pain stabbed through her back and she gasped, ceasing all movement until the worst of the blinding surge had ebbed away. Not good. "I did miss the shears, right?" she asked weakly, and tried to roll over onto the stomach.