[Seasonal Event] Back To Work

Emmett didn't really know what exactly Maea meant by a plan, but it didn't sound like a bad idea. Truthfully concerns about the Spires, the Outlanders...they all felt far away from him, distant ideas far removed from his mind, but it was good to be distracted for a little while. He scattered some seeds and covered them as he considered. "What kinda plan do y'mean? I don' know what we can do, really...they don' seem to want to listen. I'm..not really a fighter, 'n' I'd wanna think it wouldn' have to come to that." He patted the ground gently, as if reaffirming this to himself. With a glance over to his siblings to make sure they were okay (eating apples and giggling at something, they seemed fine) he sighed and shrugged, looked up to Maea. "I have no idea how t'keep the farm up right now, never mind...alla this. But...sometimes I wonder...the monsters at Longnight. What if they were worse this year...because a'the Outlanders?" 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