She'd been sat outside by the river in front of her cabin, listening to the chatter of early-morning animals and the splash of fish leaping for flies. Her and all the other townsfolk had heard there'd be a new farmer to fill that long-abandoned cabin, but with no other details, who they may be was left to the imagination. Everyone's speculations varied widely, from a stereotypical country person to a pompous rich kid sent to learn things about life. She felt the latter was unlikely.

Upon hearing footsteps she turned her head, only to spot (who she could only assume was) the farmer.

"Hello, you must be the new farmer? You picked a good time to move here... The spring is lovely."