Today was Gara's first time returning to the herb field since the night of the abduction. The fresh air, the colorful herbs growing in each villager's designated plot, and the chirping birds made it hard to believe that something so infuriating had ever happened here.
Beside him stood a tall, handsome man with pointed ears, drawing immediate attention from the villagers.
Before they could swarm Fian with endless questions, Wina raised her voice firmly. "Gara, Fian, grab your hoes and start turning the soil."
No one wanted to interfere with others' work. Thus, reluctantly, the villagers returned to their own fields, casting disappointed glances over their shoulders.
Before planting could begin, the used soil had to be turned over and that was exactly what the three of them were doing.
While they were focused on the earth below, a familiar face approached.
"I'll help too," said a voice.
