Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop.
He only had a matter of minutes to patch up the hole before the rain storm hit. Sadly the best he could really do was really rough only half way put up wood patches… Even more sadly, a Carpenter he was not, and it was clear his half way put up patch only fixed the problem about…. What, 80%? There was still a number of places where water was leaking down to the floor where the rug had been seconds before he rolled it up and moved it elsewhere…. Now he wished he had even MORE buckets just to handle the leaks, because setting up the shovel to catch them HAD to be a health hazard SOMEWHERE.
Sadly, this was the best he could do on such short notice.
Oh well, glass half full, at least those seeds were getting plenty of water.
….. But even still, glass half empty, he was living in a house with a leaky roof and no heating.
Which was why he was curled up in his blanket just watching the water leak from the roof and plop down onto the shovel and the cups he managed to find in the cupboard… He’d need to figure this out pretty soon though, otherwise he’d probably be in trouble.
Something he doesn’t realize however as he stays curled up inside his house is that he had left his farming tools outside in the pouring rain, the watering can catching more then it’s fair share and even overflowing…. But that wasn’t important.
What WAS important was that the farming tools had been left outside.
No-one in that area had seen the farming tools left outside in a good long while. Not even out in the rain.
It had been a long while since Claire had visited Leaf Valley. Something about the rain made her yearn for travel. And hey, given the amount of time cut from her crop watering, she just ended up picking up the spare hours, dusting them off and going about her way-- where ever the rain took her to. And surprise, surprise. It was always nice to see this homey, warm-front of a district. Pulling out her umbrella and hopping out into the rain, Claire was just happy to find puddles beneath her feet.
Nobody in the right mind would prance about in the rain like this but. Hey. Who ever said she was in the right mind about these things, anyway?
Humming to herself, she skipped from puddle to puddle, ripples cast underfoot. The church, the lake, the hardware store-- Claire figured she’d eventually find refuge under one of those roofs if she could help it. Buuuut, it never hurt for her to go the roundabout way to finding shelter. (For who found shelter right away when the rain was readily pouring down, like a pretty gift from the Goddess.) Cutting the corner, she peeked into the next little plot of land with simple-hearted admiration. It looked like whoever owned this farm was just trying to figure the whole ordeal out, but they were headed in the right direction.
Strolling lightly past fertilized pastures and laid-out crops, Claire twirled her umbrella in a soft hint of nostalgia. How nice. She had been a farmer for two years now, but it was always a sweet reminder that everyone had to start somewhere. Teasing a leaf off a flower for a second, she squatted down with her umbrella overhead. Pretty.
But at the change of perspective, realization hit her square on the head. Whoever this person was, they forgot their tools outside in the rain! Goddess-- she could only empathize. She wasn’t one to let things like that slip her mind easily, but when she did, all she was left with was a stockroom full of rusty tools. Collecting as many as she could in her hands and rucksack, she rushed to the farmer’s door.
Waiting for the right moment to greet the person, she appraised the tools with a good bout of warmth. “Hey! Is anyone in there? You kind of forgot your tools outside and I think it’d be a good idea to take them in--”
As soon as the door opened, Claire’s eyes lit up in familiarity. Oh! She had seen this guy before-- What was his name again?
“Gabriel? Hahaha! The world’s such a small place, huh?”
