Belril
Every day's a challenge
But I always seem to get through
But I always seem to get through
"Somewhat," he said before taking the shovel. "I had entire gardens out in the wilds of the fields. A family agreed to take care of them while I was away, though, since they insisted on staying behind." He wanted to so badly check on them after so long, he did put so much effort into growing miniature versions of fruit-bearing trees that he was proud of, after all. Shovel heavy in his hands, he shifted it to over his shoulder for the moment. "Any specific areas you need help with," he asked, a slight frown on his face.
Aisha wasn't the only one nervous about returning back to the Hollowed Grounds, he was too. He had no idea what he would be returning to, only that he had to be gone before LongNight came to avoid a potentially-fatal end. "Also...you alright? Did I do something to earn that grimace," he questioned, the frown twisting into concern.
Aisha wasn't the only one nervous about returning back to the Hollowed Grounds, he was too. He had no idea what he would be returning to, only that he had to be gone before LongNight came to avoid a potentially-fatal end. "Also...you alright? Did I do something to earn that grimace," he questioned, the frown twisting into concern.
Each day's a balancing act
Of good and bad events
Of good and bad events
