Toil and Till - Character POV

[Lirinya 4021]

 

 

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Toil and till, 

Soil and stone

 

These were the things that Luis had come to favor as a daily routine. Each morning he woke before dawn had broken, to begin his duties to the land just like any other farmer- of which there were plenty amongst the village. 

 

It had been this way for years, he recalled one particular sunny morning, as he pulled his shirt over his head. He was not afraid of hard work, especially not after so many years. His calloused hands explained as much. In their mid twenties, these hands had seen-

 

“How long has it been?” 

 

Luis could not recall the exact amount of years his life had been the same. His early waking, his working all day, through any weather. It had certainly been -a time-. What scattered memories he had, he recalled Orcs firstly- time after time being huddled together with his mother within their home, keeping quiet to ensure they were not found-. 

Then came the relocation. It was just him- no one else came with him. For safety, his parents sent him to their hometown, to help on their mothers family farm- which is where he still stood now.

 

“But that was years ago.”

 

The man found himself within the middle of a field. Somehow, throughout this recollection, he had autonomously begun to work his routine. He smiled at that, somewhat proud of the fact.

 

“Perhaps too long is what it is.”

 

He had come and gone of course. In weeks of bad weather, when crops was low and farmland flooded, Luis had taken the chance to return to his parents, once the conflict had calmed and the roads were clear. 

 

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He had always found La Dorada to be quite beautiful on his sporadic visits to the midlands. The surrounding sands were odd, but the heat was certainly not new. He had considered from time to time, the pros and cons of if he were to rejoin his siblings. 

 

His parents had passed now. He had been fortunate enough to return prior, just in time to see his mother before she passed to the seven skies. His father however- he lamented the loss terribly.  

 

“...”

 

It had drawn to night, already? The soil was tilled, and crops harvested. Their family would eat well tonight.

But the more he pondered, the more he longed. What if he did return to his siblings? He could still farm, surely. If not- well, he could find a new purpose.. Or simply return. He knew the roads off by heart, by now.

 

The family was stable enough. They had a comfortable surplus of food, and his uncles still tended the farms- as did their children.

 

“Children. A family.”

 

 Such a dream- perhaps it was about that time.

 

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Their family dinner drew to a close as it always had, with laughing and dancing around the table. There were many of them- but they all loved dearly. That would make things easier.

 

A conversation was had between adults, with children who listened in from their shared bunk. A farewell, and a promise to visit from time to time, and a plea to write should they ever need a helping hand.

 

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Morning broke again, but this time the tools were not lifted. They remained propped against the door. What little belongings Luis did have- a cloak, a worn pair of boots- were worn on his person. His Uncle had packed him some food for his travels, and sent him off with a few coins in hand. 

 

“Be kind to each other.”

“God bless.”

 

 

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[tadabug2000 4922]

Mariposa Murietta peers down upon her son from the Seven Skies, pride and sorrow alike swelling in her chest. Nonetheless, she found joy as she peered upon her husband, reunited with him after much time. She steps over, arms wrapping over him in a hug. "Our son.."

[Javert 9628]

It had been years since Nicolas had seen his older brother - or most of his siblings really. So much had happened while his older brother was gone, Nicolas wondered where he would start should he get into it. Not that Nicolas spoke much anymore. The death of his Mother, a woman Nicolas had always remained close to, hit the young man hard and now Nicolas spent most of his days in his farming house or guarding the streets in silence.

 

Vicente on the other hand, welcomed the arrival of his Wife to the seven skies. He embraced her as gently as he could, smiling the sun's smile as he looked down upon their children with her. "Si, our children, mi amor."