Despite only recently coming under new ownership, many a Pelican Town local seemed to agree that the heart of Stardew Valley was none other than Foster’s Farm. It was quite a large patch of land, characterized by it’s rolling green fields and extensive history within the town itself. But it was it’s current owner who helped restore the farm to it’s glory days, after years of neglect left the land borderline unusable. In fact, it was perhaps even more prosperous now than it was in it’s heyday, thanks to the diligence and hard work of one young lady in particular.
After inheriting the property from her grandfather some time after his passing, Winnie Foster quit her office job in the city and moved to the valley in order to tend to the land. It wasn’t easy, of course, and there were many times where she doubted herself and wondered if it would even be worth it to try and salvage the dilapidated property. It would have been easy, after all, to simply sell the land and have it be someone else’s problem– but she remained undeterred. With determination and more than a little elbow grease (not to mention plenty of gold), Winnie did more than just fix up an old farm. Whether she herself knew it or not, she’d brought with her a new breath of life into the small community.
The farm was the heart of Stardew Valley, and Winnie Foster was the heart of the farm.
When you first step onto the property, it would seem the land had all the hallmarks of your average farm; the ambient noises of a collection of barnyard animals, the smell of fertilizer and various other green things, a dirt path leading from the farmhouse out to the fields. The buildings, from the barn to the farmhouse itself, seemed fairly new in comparison to the worn & weathered appearance of the land, indicating their comparatively recent addition. The verdant landscape smelled healthy and prosperous, likely tended by skilled hands. And the newcomer’s arrival did little to disturb the peace.
White floorboards creak slightly under the weight as he steps up to the door, drawing the attention of a cat lounging nearby. Blue eyes open slowly, sluggish, to peer up at the hulking figure standing on the porch. After a moment, it simply stretched out it’s feline limbs and yawned, before flopping nonchalantly onto it’s side. Not even the loud knocking on the door, or the subsequent dog barking that followed, seemed to bother it.
There’s a faint sound of hurried shuffling on the other side of the door, followed by a female voice gently chiding the barking dog (though her exact words are muffled through the wood). And after a moment, the doorknob turns, revealing a rather unassuming and almost dainty-looking young lady.
“ Hello– ” she starts, but blinks a few times as her sight immediately falls not on a face, but a torso. Taking a step out the door, her gaze quickly travels upwards, until it at last falls upon the face of her visitor. Apart from his intimidating stature, he had broad shoulders and muscles that certainly sent a message. However, he had a kind a pleasant face.
“ Oh! ” not wanting to be rude, Winnie keeps her oggling to a minimum and smiles, while trying to keep a rather excited canine from rushing out the door. “ Hi there! How can I– down, Libby– how can I help you? ”
While awaiting for the other’s arrival, Clint couldn't help but to notice the rather stagnant cat that laid not too far from where he stood. Prior to noticing this feline, the man admittedly was quite yellow bellied about this entire situation. He never really...had a job. Or well, he WORKED but to say it was on his own terms was another story. He was expected to work from the day he was able to hold an axe to the day he, well--left! But seeking a job and having to do all the acquirements to achieve said job? It was a whole new animal! But the feeling of ease and serenity washed over him by the mere sight of this fluffball. Yes it was true, and it wasn’t positively hard to find, how this goliath of a man had the most, if not, the biggest soft spot for animals. Cats were no exception to this and his attention was almost dead set on it. The most gracious of gleams spread across his lips during the observation of them. He knew he couldn’t, but goodness did he just wanna pick this fuzzball up and give them an abundance of attention and affection. I mean--don’t all animals at the end of the day deserve such thing?
He was soon cut off by the sound of muffled talking occurring on the other side of the door. He...couldn’t make out what was being said BUT he could most definitely tell that it was a female’s voice on the other end. It was a rather pleasant voice if he did say so himself, and upon her opening the door it was most clearer than day to say that such a voice did in fact suit the face that it’d belonged to. She was a dainty one while remaining quite graceful and exquisite yet still bringing off a sense of empowerment? Business? He couldnt QUITE pinpoint it just yet but still, he’d been lying to himself if he didnt say he was at least a bit surprised to of seen such a person come out of the household to greet him. Was this...her farm? Did anyone else own the place? Perhaps a family business was going on and different folks took different shifts while remaining almost equally in charge? Who knew--it was just the curiosity poking at his brain that made these questions all come to mind.
“-Howdy ma’am--” He greeted, his voice fitting the essence of his being almost too keenly. The voice carried itself in a rather hefty manner, almost having some sort of ruggedness to it. There was also a very distinct accent, a heavy one at that, that cloaked his words. The man didn’t speak fast, not even close-- he kept his pace at such a relaxed and mellowed tone. It was funny though, despite all of this, there was still a sense of comfort to it; almost as though it’d been dipped in sweet Tennessee honey it’self.
“Wh’ell y’see uhh--” he let out a small ‘oop’ sound and put a hand up momentarily in response to her pet pooch trying to escape from out the house while she kept it contained. After that, he finished off with a “--Ah seen yuh needed some help...lahk, aaaa farm hand?”
Unraveling the paper he had in his hand, Clint proceeded by showing the woman it. It was in fact the flyer that’d been calling out for some help. He wished he could of been a little more professional about this like giving a phone call beforehand but that just wouldn't of been possible seeing how he, well...didnt have one really.
Clint, despite not having a job like this, still knew the ins and outs of how it worked or what was most expected from gaining such a position. So, in hopes of catching her interest or at least having her give him some sort of chance he continued “Ah’d greatly appreciate it if you’d let me show yuh whut Ah can do. Ah’m-- uh-huh-huh...a lot better with showing muh work ethics than a’speakin’ it.” He explained before rolling the paper he’d had back up and stuffing it rather all willy nilly into his pocket, obviously more focused on getting her to give him this farm hand title than anything else.
“Here--!” he began “ y’show me somethang you need a’fixin’ and Ah guarantee one hundred and--ten percent....Ah can fix it.” Not only did his words show just how determined he was for the job, but what he had with him and on spoke great volumes. He had a work’s belt with little dohickies tucked and attached to it and alongside him a tool’s box. It seemed he was, for a matter of fact, ready to get to work at this here very moment.
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