❦ Sleepy little Turffield saw very little in the way of excitement throughout the year.
Unless it happened to be League season, the only true attraction the farmside town boasted was the geoglyph’s view and the occasional stone structure dotting it’s surroundings. Unless you were a tourist or a die hard history nerd, there wasn’t much reason to visit.
Unless, of course, the farmer’s market was springing up.
Once a year - though the exact date varied according to the calendar and weather - the residents of Turffield filled their humble streets and squares with stands and games, prepping to show off the products they produced and luring in visitors for an evening of fun and games.
The fair in itself was a little ways off still, but that didn’t mean the town wasn’t already buzzing with excitement. Busily the residents hurried along, putting up their spots and prepping decorations.
His family set up at the same spot every year; by the main square, not too far from the stadium, with plenty room to organize their goods. He was busily hammering away to put up the frame for his family’s stall. This wasn’t the first time he’d prepped their spot, so he was rather quick at the task, even if it was lengthy. He was quite nearly done with the overall structure, though it would still be a while longer before he had the place covered securely and presentable for the upcoming fair. For now though, Milo took a break, stepping back to inspect his handiwork and judging if it required any adjustments.
He only briefly noted someone’s approach, but the graceful approach was undeniably familiar and he couldn’t help but smile warmly to his unexpected guest.
“Valerie! Nice to see you around again, and surely in a better situation than when we met.” Milo mused, his expression brightened just by her arrival. “What brings you all the way here though? Just out and about?”
