Nephenee might be stationed in Flotsam, but the Vault has become a second home of sorts, in terms of bases, both because some people she interacts with frequently are here, but also because this is where the fields are...
She misses the fields and working under the sun, running her fingers along the leaves and sheaves. But until she can figure out how to marry that and being in Flotsam, she feels a bit conflicted. At the very least, though, here she can sit and take in the smell and the feeling of the dirt in her hands and try to relax a little. So that's what she's doing, hidden among the corn stalks, in her own little world...when she hears a voice, clear and lovely, dance on the air. It sounds familiar, though the language and song certainly aren't. A straw hat pokes up amongst the maize as she peers around for the source, when she sees someone plowing in a field not too terribly far away. Is that...
"Miss Shu?" Curious, she wanders over, her long legs eating up the distance quickly even at a lope, before stopping at the edge of the field. Yep, that's a singing Shu and some oxen. Well, it'd be impolite to interrupt...so for now, she rocks on the balls of her feet to the beat of the song, long green hair swaying, not knowing the meaning but appreciating it all the same.
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Date: 2024-09-03 04:25 am (UTC)She misses the fields and working under the sun, running her fingers along the leaves and sheaves. But until she can figure out how to marry that and being in Flotsam, she feels a bit conflicted. At the very least, though, here she can sit and take in the smell and the feeling of the dirt in her hands and try to relax a little. So that's what she's doing, hidden among the corn stalks, in her own little world...when she hears a voice, clear and lovely, dance on the air. It sounds familiar, though the language and song certainly aren't. A straw hat pokes up amongst the maize as she peers around for the source, when she sees someone plowing in a field not too terribly far away. Is that...
"Miss Shu?" Curious, she wanders over, her long legs eating up the distance quickly even at a lope, before stopping at the edge of the field. Yep, that's a singing Shu and some oxen. Well, it'd be impolite to interrupt...so for now, she rocks on the balls of her feet to the beat of the song, long green hair swaying, not knowing the meaning but appreciating it all the same.