“Wannabe stubborn farmer”, “No hat”.
He obviously isn’t even worth either of our times.
I have nothing to be jealous of.
“Somehow I get the feeling that Jamie has more than one secret lover…”
Opal wandered around this unfamiliar land. Somehow, she had wandered outside the Selfia Kingdom, and now she was here. She noticed a farm ahead. Eager, she ran up to it to see what it was a saw it was a small ranch that was starting to run down. She stared at it. It reminded her of how her life went before she met Onee-chama. Opal noticed a man looking at her like she was weird.
((OTL I’ve never played RF. ; o ; )) Russell noticed the tresspasser on his property and stopped what he was doing. He was already a bit frustrated from his crops dying again. The river had a silver fishing rod set up to catch fish, but he had little faith in actually catching anything. Crossbell was a very depressing town for a farmer to live in.
“Oh, I never owned my own horse,” Russell said. “As I said, I would end up giving them away.” Russell looked at the green grass of Sugar Valley. “Long story short: Crossbell is not the best…“Is that so…?” Gwen questioned slightly, already unsure of this person being around. Who knows how’d he be like and if he was a real farmer or not. In truth, she highly doubt that he was a farmer. Well, one wrong move and she was sure she’d be able to handle him. “It isn’t? You make it seem like a completely bad place in general.” And it wouldn’t surprise her if it was.
“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about a Goddess Tree, would you?” he asked. “Someone told me that’s why all the soil has gone bad. Frankly, I still think it’s the city being not too far off from my town.”
Flowerthorns
sorry for the lack of background, i couldn’t think of anything. and now i cont even think of a description. oh well, hope you like! OuO
Miju:”Mi” *squirts him*
Russell:”I don’t think this rascal is shippable”
“Maybe I can cook it, instead.”
Before he shut the door behind him, Russell asked Jamie one last remark, “I farm because I love it. And I don’t appreciate having some higher being punishing me for the actions of others.” He shut the door behind him and set his course for Crossbell. He had to get this season’s harvest in, before the Summer came.
He thought back on his visits to Flower Bud Village and Clover Town, sighing. While things could have gone better, he did what he came to do, which was giving his excess livestock to a farmer that could give them a better future. In the end, Russell did not find out much about the Goddess Tree or whether or not other towns had one.
“I’m going to hate this,” he groaned. “I’m going to have to visit the library, aren’t I?”
"Miju miju mi mijumaru!mI MIJU Mimijuju"
Russell looks at the strange creature at the end of his fishing rod and raises an eyebrow. “That’s a new one,” he said. “Wonder if I can ship it.”
“Have you ever considered that the Harvest Goddess may have been just throwing a temper tantrum?” asked Russell, waving his arms around. “‘Wah! Nobody believes in me! I’ll turn myself into a pouting statue until I get my believers back!’”
“If you truly believe that everything that occurs to us is because of some goddess, you are just as big of a fool as I am,” he sighed, clenching his fists. “Whether or not she exists is not my problem. My problem is that you let the Goddess control your success. ” He turns around, a bit frustrated. “I have faith that you can raise my livestock to have a better future, but I ask you: Why do you farm? For yourself? Or for the Goddess?”
“I take it back,” he said. “If she really was the Goddess, she’s quite an immature one, if she does this to non-believers. So, what happened in your town?”
…STUPID! You’re so stupid!!
She doesn’t do anything to nonbelievers. Nonbelievers do it to her.
They make it so she CAN’T help them!
So I had to make a melody to show her she was still remembered.
“Have you ever considered that the Harvest Goddess may have been just throwing a temper tantrum?” asked Russell, waving his arms around. “‘Wah! Nobody believes in me! I’ll turn myself into a pouting statue until I get my believers back!’”
