Farm life. Â Some find it boring, but not her. Â She loved the smells of both the animals and the plants beneath her feet, how the wind whipped around her hair as she tended to the gardens, and how the sun set over the barn in such a way it sprinkled reds and oranges over the leaves on the trees.
Nariena, or Nari as her brothers called her, was the oldest of three. Â Their farm was in a secluded part of the North Shroud, though near the gates of the city of Gridania. Â Her parents were dedicated to growing the best vegetables and meats for the people of Gridania, and Nari was in charge of the popotoes and the ducks. Â Her two brothers took care of the maintenance around the farm, as well as the pair of mares they owned.
This day was like any other. Â Nari and her brothers woke up to the sounds of their rooster, and the smells of their mother making breakfast downstairs. Â Eggs, sausage, toast, jam, and coffee, Nari thought, as the smells wafted around her as she finished pulling her boots on. Â Her brothers were already clamoring down the stairs like a herd of aldgoats, and she rolled her eyes.
"You boys better settle down!" her mother called, and Nari helped set the table, putting every piece out in just the right spot. Â Her father was a stickler for correctness in such things, even if they were mere farmers. Â Her mother followed suit of plating out the breakfast, Nari taking her spot between her brothers.
Sounds of the front door opening and slamming shut, heralded her father's entrance. Â He was dressed already, a newspaper folded and tucked under one arm. Â Flicking his hat onto the stand by the door, he smiled, kissing his wife on the cheek, and sat at the table. Â "Today's a special day for our farm, everyone!" Â Nari raised a brow, but waited for her father to continue.
"Special day? Â Will be getting a visitor?" Â Nari's mother poured some tea into her cup - she disliked the bitterness of coffee - and stirred in some sugar. Â "If so I still need to clean the house, and Reggi needs to fix the stable door."
Her father waved a hand. Â "No no, not a visitor. Â Visitors!" Â He made sure to stress the plural of the word, and his wife blinked. Â "They are holding a new play at the Ampetheatre, and wish to use some of our best crop on the stage! Â So we'll be having some visiting directors of the play over in three days to look over the farm."
"That's great!" Nari exclaimed, raising her mug of coffee to her father, and the rest of the family joined in. Â After such news, the food tasted better, the wind smelled sweeter, and everyone had a spring in their step as they left the breakfast table to start their day.
Yet this would be the end and a beginning for Nari.
Nariena, or Nari as her brothers called her, was the oldest of three. Â Their farm was in a secluded part of the North Shroud, though near the gates of the city of Gridania. Â Her parents were dedicated to growing the best vegetables and meats for the people of Gridania, and Nari was in charge of the popotoes and the ducks. Â Her two brothers took care of the maintenance around the farm, as well as the pair of mares they owned.
This day was like any other. Â Nari and her brothers woke up to the sounds of their rooster, and the smells of their mother making breakfast downstairs. Â Eggs, sausage, toast, jam, and coffee, Nari thought, as the smells wafted around her as she finished pulling her boots on. Â Her brothers were already clamoring down the stairs like a herd of aldgoats, and she rolled her eyes.
"You boys better settle down!" her mother called, and Nari helped set the table, putting every piece out in just the right spot. Â Her father was a stickler for correctness in such things, even if they were mere farmers. Â Her mother followed suit of plating out the breakfast, Nari taking her spot between her brothers.
Sounds of the front door opening and slamming shut, heralded her father's entrance. Â He was dressed already, a newspaper folded and tucked under one arm. Â Flicking his hat onto the stand by the door, he smiled, kissing his wife on the cheek, and sat at the table. Â "Today's a special day for our farm, everyone!" Â Nari raised a brow, but waited for her father to continue.
"Special day? Â Will be getting a visitor?" Â Nari's mother poured some tea into her cup - she disliked the bitterness of coffee - and stirred in some sugar. Â "If so I still need to clean the house, and Reggi needs to fix the stable door."
Her father waved a hand. Â "No no, not a visitor. Â Visitors!" Â He made sure to stress the plural of the word, and his wife blinked. Â "They are holding a new play at the Ampetheatre, and wish to use some of our best crop on the stage! Â So we'll be having some visiting directors of the play over in three days to look over the farm."
"That's great!" Nari exclaimed, raising her mug of coffee to her father, and the rest of the family joined in. Â After such news, the food tasted better, the wind smelled sweeter, and everyone had a spring in their step as they left the breakfast table to start their day.
Yet this would be the end and a beginning for Nari.
