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Lucian felt the weight of his tool as he looked upon the Horizon. Hues of red and orange danced across his view. The clouds themselves, once white, were dyed the same colors as if a painter had made brush strokes across the sky. This beauty was struck against the green forest that was below the sky. Such strength was within the forest that it withstood the changing of colors that were present.
He could just catch Mannslieb within the sky. It was like a titan creeping into the setting sky. It was demanding against the sun that it should be night instead of day. That this beauty was temporary against the setting night that was soon to come.
Lucian felt a small shiver going down his spine at the thought of it.
“Brother, you gettin’ cold?” Called out a feminine voice that caught the Peasant off guard.
Quickly Lucian turned on his heel. Suddenly the slickness of the grass underneath his feet made itself known. He had to tense his muscles and strike his tool into the ground to right himself. He cursed himself for putting his tool into the ground but noticed that it was a relative standing in front of him.
Odgu was standing there with a half tooth smile, “Be careful, you migh’ fall over.”
“I’ll try in the future.” The brother told his sister as he looked back towards Mannslieb.
“If you keep on lookin’ over there you are gonna get a cold. Night’s comin’.” Odgu placed a little bit of pressure on her brother so that he would finally get moving.
“Where’s Morrslieb?” Lucian could not help but ask.
<span class="mu-s">“Brother.”</span>
Firm words quickly yanked the attention that Lucian had upon the skies above. A single word that made its intentions known. Shut up and move. There was a very heavy emphasis on that shut up part.
Such was to be expected, as Morrslieb was waxing.
Lucian picked up his tool and began following his sister. She had a slight limp in her right foot, but that was nothing compared to the hunched back that made up her right shoulder.
>>What tool is Lucian carrying?
>Pitchfork
>Axe
>Long Knife
>Scythe