Location: Early morning at the lower farm @sagetomashardy
It was a quiet, peaceful morning at the farm. Already the rumbling of the Labyrinth had set off painful tension in Harry's jaw that foretold that the day was going to be long and hard. She busied herself while few people were up to make it worse. The farm was always a place of refuge to her, the soothing task of pulling weed by weed. But this morning Harry was motionless, on her hands and knees amongst the crops. Her fingers dug into the rich, damp soil as Harry closed her eyes and focused. She slowly churned the soil underneath the plants, increasing their drainage.
She felt footsteps approaching and so she stopped, glancing towards the intruder. "Tommy," she grunted, sitting back on the heels of her feet and brushing the dirt from her palms. "G'day. Crops are looking good," she commented, using her chin to gesture to the fresh growth. All recovering from the drought that nearly spelled a famine for the island, but for Tommy’s hard work. "How's the seed store?"