Peaceful Farming (35)

The wind outside continued to bellow, battering the farmhouse with its fury, but inside, there was a sense of serenity, a quietness born from shared effort and perseverance. The fire crackled steadily, casting long, flickering shadows against the walls, its warmth spreading across their tired bodies.

When the meal was finished, Arpious cleared the dishes and swept the floor, her hands working with a practiced ease that belied the weight of the storm outside. Her thoughts, as always, turned to tomorrow. The snow would still fall, the wind would still howl, and they would still have to face it. But they had made it through today, and they would make it through the next.