#rrosethorned

@rrosethorned;

[🐎] — Ever since meeting Elise, the incredibly stuck up and ridiculously self-entitled farm princess of Arcadia, Georgia’s had a bit of a... feud with her. She was the exact type of person the rancher wanted to prove herself against and knock down a peg, so she jumped at any chance she could to compete with Her Royal Prissiness and prove her superiority.

And so here she stood at the gates of Margaret Farm, a fire in her eyes and confident grin on her face as she stares the blonde down, her trusty horse Dakota standing right beside her. If there was anything Georgia could beat Elise at, it was her bond with animals, most particularly horses. And her bond with Dakota? Well, it was just about the strongest one around.

Yooooo~

It’s alright, a lost muse happens! Farewell, little gremlin...

@rrosethorned

An exhausted yawn came from Pete’s mouth as he stretched his arms behind him and arched his back. Blinking off the sleepiness a few times he reluctantly went back to work, tilling the land hurt his back enough, he could only imagine how hard planting everything by hand was gonna be.. his grandfather never approved of using tractors and such machinery but... magic- no no he can’t think about that, that’s cheating... right? Pete shrugged and got back to work, this is no time to be slacking off.

Pete was actually surprised that after so much neglect of the farm after his grandfather’s passing that the dirt was so rich-- “it is Arcadia so anything’s possible I guess.” Pete whispered to himself as he continued to till over his field of dirt. Dirt dirt dirt. Being a farmer involves just a lot of dirt. Pete knew all of this of course, it’s what comes with the job.. literally, but apparently bringing back a dead farm makes you famous, too. Yet another unfamiliar face stepped onto his farm as he sighed, he could tell by their flashy entrance it was going to be interesting.  Pete waved and put down his hoe for the moment being and stretched his back once again, making his way to the front of his farm. Pete shoved his hands in the pockets of his coveralls and made his walk to the front a slow one, if someone’s gonna take the time out of his day and interrupt his work, they’re gonna have to wait for him... however he doesn’t have it in him to be too rude.

“Hi, is there anything I can help you with?”

Sad to see him go, but you gotta do what’s best for you! Much luck with school, friend.