Sigrid sighed and paused in their work. It was a crisp and bright fall day, the kind that anyone would hope for. The leaves, which a few weeks ago had been all shades of vibrant orange and yellow, were now dry and brown, and lay scattered across the ground, collecting in nooks and crannies and blowing into ditches.
There certainly weren’t many trees, the ones that did grow here in the outskirts of Sermos were hard...
