Grey
Dialectical Hermeticist
@Stickdom
Harvest time. The priesthood are so very serious now, but the rest of the village are all revelry and joy. There will be a bonfire, and a feast, dancing and music. There is still the day to end, of course - and you’re expected to help your mother prepare. There are things to cook, and bake, and stew while your brothers carry from the fields and father takes one of the pigs to Joyce for slaughter.
The air is a little chilly, but the sun is bright and the leaves are falling softly on the village. The forest bordering the village whispers in the wind and carries soft, feminine laughs that fall silent as they cross the iron rods hammered into the earth on the village's edge.
There is a nervous energy in the air, like ice threatening to break.
Harvest time. The priesthood are so very serious now, but the rest of the village are all revelry and joy. There will be a bonfire, and a feast, dancing and music. There is still the day to end, of course - and you’re expected to help your mother prepare. There are things to cook, and bake, and stew while your brothers carry from the fields and father takes one of the pigs to Joyce for slaughter.
The air is a little chilly, but the sun is bright and the leaves are falling softly on the village. The forest bordering the village whispers in the wind and carries soft, feminine laughs that fall silent as they cross the iron rods hammered into the earth on the village's edge.
There is a nervous energy in the air, like ice threatening to break.