#debukefarmhold

"A voice breaks along "Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet teaI make a little room and she climbs on up
Open up the throttle and stir a little dust Just look at her face,She ain't foolin' me
She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way its pullin' while we're tillin' up the land She's even kinda crazy about my farmer's tan
She's the only one the really understands what gets me"

"She thinks my tractor's sexy!"

Spencer belts as the tractor zooms along under him.

Clem sighs and watches him work with a shake of her head

"He knows I get tired of that song. I swear it's passive aggressive protest" She mutters.

Clem enters into the main dining/kitchen area of the freehold, where the balefire glows bright. She puts her hands before it "Need your help here"

And the flames light and spin around her fingers.

The farm's flame feels old, at least to the wilder. Bound to the spin of seasons and the wisdoms that brings.

She closes her eyes, takes a breath, and lets go.

She knows what she needs to know now

(End Scene)