Event Eleven.

[awashmods]

"Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a little thing To remember for years -- To remember with tears!"

he day is normal. It's a bit chillier than it's been, the nip of fall in the air, but as the new people in the Town settle in... things have gotten peaceful. And yet. When everyone goes out to greet their neighbors, to hug their friends, to shake hands or make eye contact or who knows what -- they'll realize very, very quickly that nothing about today is normal at all, actually. Hopefully nobody minds a little extra sharing today. Welcome to Awash's eleventh event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

Comments

[allweather]

It was... peaceful, for the most part.

[Besides the near-death, anyway. If nothing else, this week has been informative about just how different each of their lives are from each other's.]

[tenthousandmiles]

Yes. Happily it was able to remain so, even when those fields weren't able to remain as perpetually green.

[He seems fond in his recollection, even though in truth, he barely knew them for a week before he had to move on, as he always does.]

I'd been concerned about them, at the time, but they were able to settle things amongst themselves.