Chapter 595: The Wheel of Time
It was winter, and I was sitting around the Auri-fire with everyone else, telling tales with a dramatic flourish as snow fell softly around our cabin.
It was spring, and I was pulling on the plow with conjured rope. One of those unexpectedly hard to replace items, we couldn’t afford to lose any more. We were attacked by shambling dead men infested with spores. The zombies had frozen over the winter, and were slowly invading as they - and their mushroom controllers - thawed out. Auri had a grand old time, and quite a few people took Spore classes. They were excellent for pollination.
It was summer, and I danced with my wife under the Maypole, garlands of flowers woven into my hair. I put a small damper on one of the few occasions we were all together by announcing that I was dropping my permanent healing on everyone, but educating people in another way. All they had to do was call my name, call for a healer, call out ‘Elaine’, and all their medical problems would vanish.
[Domain of the Healer] was only good if people knew it existed.
It was autumn, and I was the grim reaper, scything down stunted wheat. The entire growing season had been shaded by ashes, but we had enough.
It was the second winter, and Iona wrapped her arms around her lover, keeping her warm, ignoring the smoke. She’d heard the story before, but laughed like it was the first time. A quick dart of her eyes let her gauge moods and check in on everyone. Who was happy? Who was upset? What would make everyone move together more smoothly, what needs were being unmet?
It was spring, and Iona wrangled the plow into a straight line, making a lewd joke about it and what she was going to do to Elaine later. Her wife groaned, but there was an extra sashay to her step after.
It was summer, and Iona was arguing with her patron goddesses. The first temple in Orthus Town had been built almost entirely by Iona, from dredging up and quarrying the stone, to carving the altar and statues. They wanted the temple to be dedicated solely to them, and Iona believed the temple should be dedicated to all the gods and goddesses.
It was autumn, and she loaded Raccoon up with sacks of grain to bring to the [Miller]. The Valkyrie was quite pleased every time she saw the millstone - she’d carried it personally to make the town’s mill. She paused as the goddesses whispered in her mind, letting her know of a group of people looking for help, another group that could be folded into Orthus Town.