Graecie tended to the crops peacefully like she usually could be found doing, the sunlight bouncing off of her soft, brown hair. Not much had happened as of recently to her surprise, but she couldn’t say she wasn’t enjoying it, after all it allowed her to take some time to calm down from everyone’s chaotic and reckless antics. It was peaceful really, the clearing seemed to fall still, the woman being left alone with her thoughts- and the voices, of course.

She seemed unaware of her surroundings, being completely focused on her farming, her mind wandering.