Day 110
Character-Roran
Words-136
The sun had risen mere hours ago, as it was not quite midday, yet his calloused hand were already bleeding from numerous blisters that lined his hands. He had just finished harvesting a row of potatoes; mind you a long row, and now his hands had finally
lost the battle that had been waging since sunrise this morning. Telling his father he was going to refill his water skin, he jogged from the field to the little house. The boards squeaked under his boots as he went into the cozy kitchen. Snatching a rag, he dunked it in the water barrel and cleaned his bloody hands before wringing out the rag and tying it along with another damp one around his throbbing hands. He filled up his water skin before he left and went back outside.
