Pre-death Thresh in his daily life?
The sun had only just crested over the Blessed Isles, the rays of gold brushing along the lush greens and colorful patches of plant-life as a rooster crowed from somewhere in the chicken coop. The light snuck its way into the window of a small house near a paddock where a grayish-black dappled horse was still snoozing, her blond hair hiding some of her face. Arrin grunted as the sounds of morning and light stirred him from his slumber, wiping his face with a tired hand and a grumble. He had been out a little later than planned last night; he was having fun trying to sneak a young red head away from her older brother in the nearby inn. She was pretty interested and said she was traveling from the other side of the Isles, fluttering her eyelashes at him and smiling. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times.
“Hmm...” He thought for moment, forcing his brain to think. “Right.” He did get to second base, the two of them making out behind the inn in the dark. He did get a handful of her small bosoms and had her sweating nervously as he ran a hand up under her skirt. He smirked and rolled over, putting the pillow over his head. Maybe if they didn’t move on, he’d treat her to more than just a few fingers. The rooster crowed again and he sighed. “Fine, fine, I’m up.” The young man pushed himself up out of bed, scratching at his stomach idly as he kicked around the clothes from the night before on the floor, searching for his pants.
After dressing, he shaved his face and scrubbed it clean, ran a comb through his hair and pulled it back out of his face into a ponytail, and wandered into the kitchen to get something to eat. Thankfully, his nagging mother was still asleep. Good, he really didn’t feel like dealing with her overbearing demands for him to find a wife, reminding him to do the things he did every day, and just her usual annoyances. A hunk of bread and cheese seemed good enough for the moment, as did the last apple on the counter. No doubt he’d be sent into the next town to collect more from the orchard, but he didn’t mind the ride.
Cows needed milking, chickens needed feeding, eggs needed collecting - the usual morning routine. Arrin went about, waving at others as they passed by, getting all the morning work out of the way. He finally looked out toward the field and made a face at a barren patch of land. It was about time to hook Nyx up to the plow and start to plant some of the late spring crops, especially corn. Clapping the last bit of feed off his hands, he stood with a sigh. At least no one was out here to bother him; unless he was rewarded with a pretty young lady or man, he’d much rather spend time with the animals anyway.
Retrieving the plow from the shed, he drug it to the field, dropping it near the start of the allotment and whistled. He smiled as the dark colored mare came galloping to her master’s call, whinnying as she got close and excitedly stamping her hooves as he hooked her up to the plow. “There, now. I know, I know, you like working.” He gave a hearty pat onto the draft horse’s side as she tried to mouth at his shoulder. He laughed, pushing her face away. “C’mon, we have work to do, girl.”
He stripped off his shirt, tossing it aside and stretching before taking the handles of the plow and clicking his tongue. Eagerly, Nyx started to move forward, her tail swishing as her muscles strained to pull the equipment along. Just another day.