Tummy Rumblies

Emmett nodded, but really there wasn't a choice. Even in times when he hadn't been speaking to his siblings over a quarrel, there had still been crops to harvest and animals to feed. You worked or you starved, and that was a good enough motivator to look over arguments. "Oh now, don' get me wrong. I don' see nothin' wrong with it either. I'd quite like to see what's out there. If...there's anything out there. I'm just sayin' thats what some folk think." Emmett quickly clarified, not wanting to sour their relationship with other peoples opinions so quickly. "I don' know a whole lot about the Gods in here...we've always just prayed to Vi for a good harvest. Dunno if he hears." Emmett shrugged. He liked the tradition of the songs and prayers but had never really cared if there was something behind it. Either way, the crops grew some years and failed others. "I wouldn' go there, Phoebe. ...But you say your sister saw the demon? What was it like?I've only heard kids stories." EMMETT You think that you're growing, but you're just tall