Rune Factory~

Farming Sim Multimuse - Featuring Claire from Harvest Moon Cute

Run by Bomb Dia ( she/her )

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her mother died when she was an infant. she doesn't even know what she's supposed to look like in gen. that doesn't necessarily mean that the absence of her mother took away from her childhood? her father was wonderful and was exactly the sort of person you'd want to raise a kid. very patience, kind, loving. she looked up to him and what he did as a farmer, even wanted to be a farmer, too!

unfortunately, he got sick too and eventually passed away as well. it was a hereditary issue that could have been solved with medicine and preventative care. but he was a Farmer and didn't go in to get a check up on anything unless bones were broken or whatever. it had to be in the extreme. that alone should paint a picture of how things would have progressed to the point of no return because of his lack of due diligence.

claire ended up in an incredibly depressive state after the funeral. she was once known as a bright and bubbly girl only for that to crumble and fall apart afterwards. she became lazy as the boomers would put it. stayed inside, only ate when she remembered to, the bed was her best company.

the harvest goddess obviously tried to get her into gear only for that to fall flat! oops the harvest goddess and the sprites were punished because of one girls crippling grief and depression.

" Oh jeez, it's that obvious, huh? " A nervous laugh coupled that response, spilling past parted lips as her cheeks warmed up considerably.

It was true, she'd stayed up pretty to work on something personal. Since Kaguya's birthday was right around the corner, she thought it would be nice to make a special gift for her friend. Iroha's gaze shifted to and fro in an effort to get a good idea of who exactly was around the pair at that moment. With no Kaguya in sight, she could comfortably come out with her conundrum,

" I've been trying to make a cake with a unique flavor for Kaguya... " A pause, attention dropping to her feet. " It's a little embarrassing, but I just really want to make it perfect for her special day, you know? "

" Am I really? "

The response to that question was delayed by a great margin. Claire couldn't possibly wrap her head around the idea of herself being hard to read. With how easy it was to fluster her, there had to be other things about her that made it hard on others in social interactions.

Claire's gaze shifted away from her companion, brows furrowing slightly while doing so. Little did she know, she had a habit of carrying a blank face most days- especially when she was under the assumption no one's attention was on her. Being addressed randomly led to occasions where she was slow to shift out of that expression, though its never been directly addressed.

Most people just thought her to be that lazy ditz who lived on the farm. That Claire did not deserve the land her late father had given to her in his will. The loss of her own father had left her in a depressive state, leaving the farm to fall into disarray as the very idea of tending to it hurt. No one understood that, nor did Claire feel inclined to mention it to anyone either. That lack of communication to those who lived in the same small town as her had led to many misconceptions about her.

As she stood there in silence, her visage had fallen flat. It depicted an image of a girl who had long since floated away into her own little world, only for it to rudely be disrupted by a smile and the swivel of her head toward the person beside her,

" Aha, maybe I need to work on being more expressive, then? "