ROLEPLAY HQ - golden-fields-and-moonbeams

The wind blows though feild after feild of wheat and other crops. the town of HayWard was a farming town in the middle of pretty much no where. the people had everything they needed, from one gas station, one general store, a doctors office, and vets office (in the same building as the doctor's office) and a school that doubled as a meeting hall for the town. Olivia was a younger girl that had a smaller plot of land than the other farmers around her. her farm was about 10 acres. she had 3 feilds that she had planted when the season was right, a small house and green house, a barn to hold not only her chickens, one goat, and horse but also her equipment. Even though she was a smaller farmer she made good money by selling directly to people. the doctor, the school teacher, the bar owner. the people who didnt have land to farm would by her produce for their homes or work. she made just enough to live and to have the life that she knew her father would have wanted for her. * *Olivia was right now taking down the "help wanted" sign. she hadnt gotten any bites. she sighs as she looks around. her farm was the last one on her side of the town. the others had been bought out by bigger corps that wanted the land. those people that sold moved and the workers that got laid off went to work for the corps. she sighs as she leans against her fence. her eyes looked down at the dirt. the world had changed so much in the past few years. the technology went fowarded where there was even more different crafts and such. but it also hurt alot of people like olivia...and now there was talk about a war happening... she rubs her eyes as she moves to get onto her horse and head back to her home. "maybe i should sell..move to a city...i dont know.." she mumbles as she pets her horse and sighs

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@P̈ög̈g̈s̈N̈'P̈ḧr̈ög̈g̈s̈

The sky looked beautiful today. Each gentle breeze beat against his frame, making his coat and scarf sway tenderly. It was well worn, with seams that were loose and stretched out, yet somehow, still intact. The scarf itself was old as well with small tears in it. Both items had been well loved, donated, and now, they were his. He didn't have much now. Just the clothes on his back and a small bag of trinkets, things he managed to bring with him on his journey. To others, they might've been junk. But to him, they were everything. He barely had enough funds to make it out here. A quiet land to make a sustainable living, as it was rumored. He certainly needed the money, and the townsfolk guided him here on the path down to the farm. As he journeyed there, Jesper whistled a sweet tune and lightly brushed his hand over wheat as he passed it. The sensation was wonderful. He had a lanky frame, almost seeming underweight at times. The mere incorrect image of a farmer, yet he was flexible, curious, and handy at the ready. It wasn't uncommon for folks to overlook him. He had certainly hoped that the residents of the farmland down the road wouldn't be quick to dismiss him. @Blue Beetle

Olivia sighs softly as she pulls the sign off the fence and moves to her horse. she hadnt gotten any bites from anyone who wanted to work on her farm. she seemed lost as she ties the sign to her horse before getting up on the horse and sighing. as she looks up, she sees a taller male walking towards her. she hums before riding her horse ot meet him at the fence "are you looking for something sir?" she spooke with a kind tone that made it seem that he was welcome to talk to her. she rest her hands and head onto the horse's head. the horse seeming to not mind. "no one really walks up this way unless they are on one of the farms or looking for a lost dog." she knew many of the other farmers because their pets have ran onto her farm.

@P̈ög̈g̈s̈N̈'P̈ḧr̈ög̈g̈s̈