Being as it was spring, rain was almost constant throughout the week. The continuous onslaught of thunderstorms forced me to grow accustom to the damp weather—but it didn't take long for me to appreciate a rainy day as oppose to a hot one. I eventually found the pitter-patter of raindrops plopping onto the roof of my cabin, or simply the ground outside, to be relaxing. In the evening hours, just before darkness covered the area like a thick blanket, I would sit outside on my porch and stare out into the wilderness. The cool air, thin breezes, and thin layer of condensation that covered my face would relax my strain after a long relentless day.
Whenever I could, I would take a rainy day as an excuse to go out into town to explore, or simply buy some supplies. Today was one of those days, as I could be found walking down the cobblestone path towards the town square with a content look on my face. I didn't bother to bring an umbrella or poncho with me, as the wind was calm and downpour light. Instead, I let each water droplet coat my hair and skin naturally without a care in the world. My jeans may have been damp, and my black tank top and fern green overcoat covered in dark spots, but I didn't care.
It was too delightful of a day to not at least go out for a walk. While no birds were found to be chirping, the sound of the rain surrounding the area was all that was needed. The sky may have been grey, but tints of light navy and dark mauve added the touch of color needed to prevent the day from looking so depressing. Speaking of which, why wasn't a light pour like this seen as a nice day? No matter who you talked to it seemed, rain and storms were seen as an omen, or at least thought of as a sour experience. Having them so often now, I couldn't help but admire them (and not just because I didn't have to water my crops, mind you). A part of me winced at the thoughts of the summer months starting to approach—I didn't want to leave spring. Hopefully, the downpour would follow Stardew Valley as the year continued, but I wasn't so sure. Enjoy it while you can, I remarked.
With my brisk walk, I eventually reached the town square, and eyed the entrance to Pierre's General Store. I didn't exactly know what I was going to buy, seeing as I was fully stocked with seeds of every type I could manage. Maybe some fertilizer? I haven't really messed with those too much...and I'm sure it would be good for the crops. Or what about some fruit trees to plant? Apples or peaches would sound good right about now. As I deliberated on what I was going to get, I quickened my pace towards the entrance to the shop.
Every time I made my way into the General Store, I would be immediately greeted by Pierre, or even Abigail on occasion. However, despite the soft sound of the entrance bell ringing, the store was silent. I didn't understand why, until I turned away from the door, looking towards the cash register. Two men were standing there, and the only one who I could recognize immediately was Pierre himself. Everything in terms of his appearance was normal—as he could be seen with kept light brown hair and his signature glasses—but I could tell from his nervous expression that something was off. The man next to him was dressed with a dapper raven suit, which was adorned with a venetian red bowtie. Spectacles covered his eyes, while short, slick, midnight black hair covered his head. The both of them stared at me the second I entered the room, which forced me to stare back with an expression of unease and confusion.
"Am...I interrupting something?" I asked, looking back and forth between them.
"Roxane—
Pierre tried to respond to me, but before he could say anything, the man in front of the register cut him off. "Let me take an educated guess—is this the farmer most in this town seem to be doting over? Roxane I assume?" His voice was calculated, cunning, and in an odd way sounded cruel and demeaning. The odd smile growing on his face didn't help much either, as it seemed rather vicious.
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Choice of Roots - Stardew Valley Fanfiction
Fanfiction[Sebastian X ♀Player X Elliot] Roxane Beauchene has finally hit her midlife-crisis with the death of her mother, dealing with her dead-end desk-job at Joja Corp., and hanging onto the overshadowing passing of her grandfather many years before. Out o...
