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Elflady
Guest
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[BCOLOR=transparent]Golden fields of wheat and barley stretched out in all directions only interrupted by the fenced in meadows where horses and cattle grazed, the area was a mix of flat lands and rolling hills with dirt roads crisscrossing between the spread out farms. Further west a white tipped mountain range could be seen against the horizon while a large deciduous forest stretched beyond the farmlands in the southeast. The nearest city was located half a day away, by horse and carriage, the trip taking considerably longer on foot.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The afternoon sun spread its rays across a small farm, work was mostly done for the day and the silence was only broken by a wind chime hanging by the front door. Saera sat in the porch swing, slumped down against an armrest, one foot in the seat and one on the floor lazily pushing the swing back and forth, a motion she was so used to she could do it in her sleep. Strands of dark hair had escaped her loose braid during her work and the wind blew them into her face, she constantly pushed them back but didn't bother redoing her braid, she would soon have to go inside anyway.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The work on the farm was already finished, their few fields were almost ready to harvest so they needed little care which meant the two draft horses could graze with the cows most days unless they had to pull the carriage into town. Caring for the animals and cleaning the barn was quickly done especially since during the warm months both horses and cattle were left outside at night unless there was a storm. These relatively easy days would soon be over, the harvest was a day long hurdle even on a small farm and then the fields had to be prepared for the next season.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Then there was the garden near the house to care for, her mother grew a small variety of flowers together with some edible plants and vegetables in the shade of a few fruit trees to compliment the meager rations they got to keep of their own harvest after taxes. It was not a lot to survive on but with the occasional meat traded from a neighbour and fish from the nearby river they got by without starving.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Living on the lands of a human lord brought the benefit of living peacefully at least, they had to pay heavy taxes for their home and land but the humans protected their property and also left the farmers alone, a good thing since Saera more than once had to fight the urge to say a few choice words to their human keepers. Her refusal to stay silent and just accept that the humans were superior also made it hard for her parents to wed her, not something she was greatly upset over. Of course she was raised to accept being married off but that didn't mean she had to like it, or behave nicely for it, in her mind if she had to get married it would have to be someone who was at least as strong as she was.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Glancing to the sky Saera blew out a sigh as she stood up and stretched, the sun had sunk a good bit closer the the horizon, vivid shades of red and orange contrasting against the darkening sky that had yet to lose its blue colour. Even though her parents would be gone for quite awhile longer, possibly throughout the night if they were invited to stay Saera wanted to finish with her chores just in case they did come home. Not that it was very likely however seeing as the marriage talk probably involved some drinking after dinner to lighten the atmosphere. Stepping inside the wind chime moved slightly, its sound somehow laced with sorrow, or maybe it was just her imagination as she was about to clean which was one of her least liked chores.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The afternoon sun spread its rays across a small farm, work was mostly done for the day and the silence was only broken by a wind chime hanging by the front door. Saera sat in the porch swing, slumped down against an armrest, one foot in the seat and one on the floor lazily pushing the swing back and forth, a motion she was so used to she could do it in her sleep. Strands of dark hair had escaped her loose braid during her work and the wind blew them into her face, she constantly pushed them back but didn't bother redoing her braid, she would soon have to go inside anyway.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The work on the farm was already finished, their few fields were almost ready to harvest so they needed little care which meant the two draft horses could graze with the cows most days unless they had to pull the carriage into town. Caring for the animals and cleaning the barn was quickly done especially since during the warm months both horses and cattle were left outside at night unless there was a storm. These relatively easy days would soon be over, the harvest was a day long hurdle even on a small farm and then the fields had to be prepared for the next season.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Then there was the garden near the house to care for, her mother grew a small variety of flowers together with some edible plants and vegetables in the shade of a few fruit trees to compliment the meager rations they got to keep of their own harvest after taxes. It was not a lot to survive on but with the occasional meat traded from a neighbour and fish from the nearby river they got by without starving.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Living on the lands of a human lord brought the benefit of living peacefully at least, they had to pay heavy taxes for their home and land but the humans protected their property and also left the farmers alone, a good thing since Saera more than once had to fight the urge to say a few choice words to their human keepers. Her refusal to stay silent and just accept that the humans were superior also made it hard for her parents to wed her, not something she was greatly upset over. Of course she was raised to accept being married off but that didn't mean she had to like it, or behave nicely for it, in her mind if she had to get married it would have to be someone who was at least as strong as she was.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Glancing to the sky Saera blew out a sigh as she stood up and stretched, the sun had sunk a good bit closer the the horizon, vivid shades of red and orange contrasting against the darkening sky that had yet to lose its blue colour. Even though her parents would be gone for quite awhile longer, possibly throughout the night if they were invited to stay Saera wanted to finish with her chores just in case they did come home. Not that it was very likely however seeing as the marriage talk probably involved some drinking after dinner to lighten the atmosphere. Stepping inside the wind chime moved slightly, its sound somehow laced with sorrow, or maybe it was just her imagination as she was about to clean which was one of her least liked chores.[/BCOLOR]