December 6th, Mid-Afternoon
Lydia had told herself she wasn't going out today, but sewing and sewing and sewing wasn't really taking her mind of things like she had planned, or wanted. She had told herself she wanted to see Glenn anyways, so what better time than.. now? He had stopped by to check on her when she was down, and she hadn't a chance to extend her appreciation for it. Not getting an answer when she knocked on his door at the inn, she opted to check out his farm to see if he was there. Arms were crossed tightly as she walked down the road she knew lead to it, her gaze wandering the flat land and forest off in the horizon. It wasn't an area entirely new to her, as she had been by before, to drop off the baby chicks she found at the inn so long ago to a farmer. The memory brought a faint smile to her face, though a shiver caused it to face. Skin was a touch red, looking like she had been out in the cold for entirely too long, when really she hadn't. She was just particularly sensitive to it. Pace picked up as she studied farms and barns more intently. She had heard his was the smallest there, and that's what she was looking for.
Glenn's barn sat a little off the main road,where a smaller, narrower road lead up to it. The barn was a red shade, although it was still a bit faded in spots. To the left of the barn was what remained of an old farm house: some blackened timber, and a concrete foundation. There was an outhouse partially visible behind the debris, and a small shed as well. Abandoned farm equipment sat out in the yard: an old tractor with flat wheels, a combine that had clearly seen better days, and some rolled up, rusted barbed wire fencing that hadn't been put out yet. Simple wire fencing surrounding Glenn's modest establishment, and the fields that lay just a little ways behind the building were fallow and full of snow. Puffs of smoke, coming from what looked like the side of the barn, let Lydia know that, more likely than not, somebody was currently home.
The small red barn had caught her eye, being small only in comparison to the others. Could that have been it? Perhaps she should have searched a bit longer, but the worst that could happen was a little embarrassment if it was indeed, the wrong place. Her walk down the small road was slow, casual so she could take in the surroundings. It was so.. peaceful. Part of her was envious for it. Truthfully, she wasn't all that fond of living in the city, specifically in the rougher parts of it. She enjoyed nature, the wide open space, the feeling of freedom simply from taking a look around. Gods, she couldn't help but imagine the place in spring and summer, when flowers would bloom, the grass would turn green, and trees would grow lush and green once more. Pale blues closed momentarily as she pictured it all in her head. Sighing beneath her breath, eyes opened quickly as she approached the barn.
Glenn didn't use power tools (and truth be told, there wasn't really any electricity out here, nor running water), so although the sound of him sanding could be faintly heard through the closed door to the barn, his singing was more audible than that.
"In the city you must make yourself light.
In the city you don't have to decide.
Sometimes check yourself make sure you're alive.*"
Brows lifted as she heard Glenn singing. Steps were made more quiet as she approached the barn, taking her lower lip between teeth as she pressed a pointed ear to the door to hear better. After a moment she chuckled to herself and stepped back- she almost hated to disturb him. Hand lifted, she knocked tentatively upon the door.
Voice was muffled behind the wood. "Who is it?"
She raised her voice to try and carry it through the closed door. "Someone short and scary with green hair?"
There was a bemused, if somewhat muddied, tone to Glenn's response. "Are you a pirate or something?"
"I prefer the term 'corsair', thank you very much!" She did her best to sound indignant, but amusement leaked through her tone.
He paused for a bit, before responding again, trying to be loud and clear. "The door's actually unlocked. I don't usually get too many visitors out here." Well, he'd only been out here since the 20th, so he hadn't had much opportunity for them.
Habitual nod given, she turned the door's knob and pushed it in, slow steps carrying her inside the barn. Her attire was plain; a simple jacket over blouse and long skirt consisting of grays and dark greens. Lydia herself was looking, well, just a little worn. Celadon locks were worn down and around her face, hiding just the very faint remnants of scratches on her face, though even if her hair was up it'd unlikely be seen unless someone was very close to her. Loose clothing did well in hiding the fact she had lost a little weight, though it might have been visible on her face- the circles under her eyes certainly were, indicating that she wasn't sleeping like she should be, if at all really. Her gaze drifted, idly examining the place, but her eyes were quick to fall on Glenn. A smile was soon offered.
The inside was...spacious. The roof on the first floor was a lot higher than one might expect, and in some places? It went straight up to the top of the barn with no second floor above it. Temporary supports and joists had been set up in various places around the barn, but in Lydia's immediate vicinity, the large "room" there was mostly empty, save for some small projects that were apparently finished, and a half-finished table missing two of its legs. Straight ahead of that room was the workshop, where Glenn was standing over a workbench, sanding something. Various tools, ranging from hammers to saws to rulers to clamps, hung from various places along the walls. There were a couple of windows, slightly larger than the ones near the entrance of the barn, behind the workbench and to its left. The floor was covered in a thin layer of sawdust and wood shavings, and smelled faintly of cedar. To Lydia's left, were a couple of mostly unfinished rooms. On the far left wall was a cast iron wood burning stove, lending its heat and a slightly smoky smell to the interior. Near that was a dilapidated old bed and mattress. Farther in the back, towards the corner, was a rickety looking dining room table and chairs. To the right of that was an icebox. The "rooms" were mostly unfinished, unformed, and unfurnished otherwise.
Lydia leaned backwards, back pressed against the door as she lifted a hand to gesture vaguely about. "It's really starting to look good here. It'll look wonderful when it's done I'm sure." She let her gaze wander some more, lingering here and there, appreciating the work that had been done. "It's beautiful outside too. I was just thinking how it would look in the spring and summer..." There was almost a dreamy quality to her voice at that. "You could probably start a few gardens, or even throw random seed packets from random flowers about and that'd probably look good too." She smiled, almost wryly, at the thought, before letting her gaze drift to some of Glenn's woodworking projects.
Project was set aside and he turned to face Lydia, looking somewhat sheepish. "If there's going to be gardening and farming and stuff like that, someone else is going to have to do it. I'm afraid I don't have a... 'green thumb'." Glenn lifted a hand up to his head, ruffling light brown locks, ensuring they were covering his ears. Inside, in this heat, he wasn't wearing too much: a black t-shirt, simple (and somewhat beat-up looking) canvas carpenter's pants (with hammers hanging off each loop on his hip), and those ever present work boots. Oddly enough, though, the hemp necklace with jade arrowheads didn't seem to be around his neck.
"I think flowers are more simple... water and sunlight, though there are some that require more care. Fruits or veggies though? That'd require a good deal more care and time." Straightening, she started to walk further inside, towards Glenn's workshop. She had to settle hands behind her back to keep herself from touching various projects set about. She took note of his appearance as she neared him, but didn't comment on it. "I'd just throw random seeds around and hope for the best. Let nature handle it."
"Yeah, toss them out and let Gaia take care of it." The thought brought a smile to his face, one that seemed more... open and emotional than normal. It took him a moment to realize that he hadn't put his necklace on. Was he really that comfortable here that he didn't need to? Or trusting of Lydia? Either way, he had a slightly panicked look on his face for a second before he suddenly rethought his paranoia, and relaxed a little bit. Although one of his hands did reach for where the necklace normally was...
Lips pursed faintly at his gesture before she glanced away towards one of the windows. Brows furrowed at the sight of a light flurry starting up outside. It had been clear until then... "I heard you came to check on me." She glanced back to him, beginnings of a smile on her face. "I appreciate it."
He waved his hand at the air, nearly knocking down his project. He quickly moved to grab it: a music box, in the very early stages of production (one of the sides was still missing, and the wood was unfinished). "Oops! Uh, not a problem, Lydia. I wouldn't be a very good friend if I didn't stop by." He looked at her, something softening in forest green eyes. "How are you doing now?"
(*Song lyrics copyright Matt Pond PA)
Lydia had told herself she wasn't going out today, but sewing and sewing and sewing wasn't really taking her mind of things like she had planned, or wanted. She had told herself she wanted to see Glenn anyways, so what better time than.. now? He had stopped by to check on her when she was down, and she hadn't a chance to extend her appreciation for it. Not getting an answer when she knocked on his door at the inn, she opted to check out his farm to see if he was there. Arms were crossed tightly as she walked down the road she knew lead to it, her gaze wandering the flat land and forest off in the horizon. It wasn't an area entirely new to her, as she had been by before, to drop off the baby chicks she found at the inn so long ago to a farmer. The memory brought a faint smile to her face, though a shiver caused it to face. Skin was a touch red, looking like she had been out in the cold for entirely too long, when really she hadn't. She was just particularly sensitive to it. Pace picked up as she studied farms and barns more intently. She had heard his was the smallest there, and that's what she was looking for.
Glenn's barn sat a little off the main road,where a smaller, narrower road lead up to it. The barn was a red shade, although it was still a bit faded in spots. To the left of the barn was what remained of an old farm house: some blackened timber, and a concrete foundation. There was an outhouse partially visible behind the debris, and a small shed as well. Abandoned farm equipment sat out in the yard: an old tractor with flat wheels, a combine that had clearly seen better days, and some rolled up, rusted barbed wire fencing that hadn't been put out yet. Simple wire fencing surrounding Glenn's modest establishment, and the fields that lay just a little ways behind the building were fallow and full of snow. Puffs of smoke, coming from what looked like the side of the barn, let Lydia know that, more likely than not, somebody was currently home.
The small red barn had caught her eye, being small only in comparison to the others. Could that have been it? Perhaps she should have searched a bit longer, but the worst that could happen was a little embarrassment if it was indeed, the wrong place. Her walk down the small road was slow, casual so she could take in the surroundings. It was so.. peaceful. Part of her was envious for it. Truthfully, she wasn't all that fond of living in the city, specifically in the rougher parts of it. She enjoyed nature, the wide open space, the feeling of freedom simply from taking a look around. Gods, she couldn't help but imagine the place in spring and summer, when flowers would bloom, the grass would turn green, and trees would grow lush and green once more. Pale blues closed momentarily as she pictured it all in her head. Sighing beneath her breath, eyes opened quickly as she approached the barn.
Glenn didn't use power tools (and truth be told, there wasn't really any electricity out here, nor running water), so although the sound of him sanding could be faintly heard through the closed door to the barn, his singing was more audible than that.
"In the city you must make yourself light.
In the city you don't have to decide.
Sometimes check yourself make sure you're alive.*"
Brows lifted as she heard Glenn singing. Steps were made more quiet as she approached the barn, taking her lower lip between teeth as she pressed a pointed ear to the door to hear better. After a moment she chuckled to herself and stepped back- she almost hated to disturb him. Hand lifted, she knocked tentatively upon the door.
Voice was muffled behind the wood. "Who is it?"
She raised her voice to try and carry it through the closed door. "Someone short and scary with green hair?"
There was a bemused, if somewhat muddied, tone to Glenn's response. "Are you a pirate or something?"
"I prefer the term 'corsair', thank you very much!" She did her best to sound indignant, but amusement leaked through her tone.
He paused for a bit, before responding again, trying to be loud and clear. "The door's actually unlocked. I don't usually get too many visitors out here." Well, he'd only been out here since the 20th, so he hadn't had much opportunity for them.
Habitual nod given, she turned the door's knob and pushed it in, slow steps carrying her inside the barn. Her attire was plain; a simple jacket over blouse and long skirt consisting of grays and dark greens. Lydia herself was looking, well, just a little worn. Celadon locks were worn down and around her face, hiding just the very faint remnants of scratches on her face, though even if her hair was up it'd unlikely be seen unless someone was very close to her. Loose clothing did well in hiding the fact she had lost a little weight, though it might have been visible on her face- the circles under her eyes certainly were, indicating that she wasn't sleeping like she should be, if at all really. Her gaze drifted, idly examining the place, but her eyes were quick to fall on Glenn. A smile was soon offered.
The inside was...spacious. The roof on the first floor was a lot higher than one might expect, and in some places? It went straight up to the top of the barn with no second floor above it. Temporary supports and joists had been set up in various places around the barn, but in Lydia's immediate vicinity, the large "room" there was mostly empty, save for some small projects that were apparently finished, and a half-finished table missing two of its legs. Straight ahead of that room was the workshop, where Glenn was standing over a workbench, sanding something. Various tools, ranging from hammers to saws to rulers to clamps, hung from various places along the walls. There were a couple of windows, slightly larger than the ones near the entrance of the barn, behind the workbench and to its left. The floor was covered in a thin layer of sawdust and wood shavings, and smelled faintly of cedar. To Lydia's left, were a couple of mostly unfinished rooms. On the far left wall was a cast iron wood burning stove, lending its heat and a slightly smoky smell to the interior. Near that was a dilapidated old bed and mattress. Farther in the back, towards the corner, was a rickety looking dining room table and chairs. To the right of that was an icebox. The "rooms" were mostly unfinished, unformed, and unfurnished otherwise.
Lydia leaned backwards, back pressed against the door as she lifted a hand to gesture vaguely about. "It's really starting to look good here. It'll look wonderful when it's done I'm sure." She let her gaze wander some more, lingering here and there, appreciating the work that had been done. "It's beautiful outside too. I was just thinking how it would look in the spring and summer..." There was almost a dreamy quality to her voice at that. "You could probably start a few gardens, or even throw random seed packets from random flowers about and that'd probably look good too." She smiled, almost wryly, at the thought, before letting her gaze drift to some of Glenn's woodworking projects.
Project was set aside and he turned to face Lydia, looking somewhat sheepish. "If there's going to be gardening and farming and stuff like that, someone else is going to have to do it. I'm afraid I don't have a... 'green thumb'." Glenn lifted a hand up to his head, ruffling light brown locks, ensuring they were covering his ears. Inside, in this heat, he wasn't wearing too much: a black t-shirt, simple (and somewhat beat-up looking) canvas carpenter's pants (with hammers hanging off each loop on his hip), and those ever present work boots. Oddly enough, though, the hemp necklace with jade arrowheads didn't seem to be around his neck.
"I think flowers are more simple... water and sunlight, though there are some that require more care. Fruits or veggies though? That'd require a good deal more care and time." Straightening, she started to walk further inside, towards Glenn's workshop. She had to settle hands behind her back to keep herself from touching various projects set about. She took note of his appearance as she neared him, but didn't comment on it. "I'd just throw random seeds around and hope for the best. Let nature handle it."
"Yeah, toss them out and let Gaia take care of it." The thought brought a smile to his face, one that seemed more... open and emotional than normal. It took him a moment to realize that he hadn't put his necklace on. Was he really that comfortable here that he didn't need to? Or trusting of Lydia? Either way, he had a slightly panicked look on his face for a second before he suddenly rethought his paranoia, and relaxed a little bit. Although one of his hands did reach for where the necklace normally was...
Lips pursed faintly at his gesture before she glanced away towards one of the windows. Brows furrowed at the sight of a light flurry starting up outside. It had been clear until then... "I heard you came to check on me." She glanced back to him, beginnings of a smile on her face. "I appreciate it."
He waved his hand at the air, nearly knocking down his project. He quickly moved to grab it: a music box, in the very early stages of production (one of the sides was still missing, and the wood was unfinished). "Oops! Uh, not a problem, Lydia. I wouldn't be a very good friend if I didn't stop by." He looked at her, something softening in forest green eyes. "How are you doing now?"
(*Song lyrics copyright Matt Pond PA)