A nice day, all things considered
Meyli was sitting on the porch, sewing up some old clothing. The sun was beaming down, but there was a gentle breeze, sweeping away the sharp edge of its heat. Inside, she could hear her children yelling cheerfully, probably playing one game or another.
Normally they’d have been out in the field around now - well, her older children would, at least. Not little Tammel, still toddling around the floor. But Jaxel, Sirna, and Mori would have been. Her husband, Ganin, most certainly would have. But no, that wasn’t necessary anymore.
She very carefully didn’t look out into the fields. Oh, she was thankful, no doubts about that, but... did they really have to be... that? Oh, they were clean, yes, and they were half again as far through the field preparation as they ever had been before, but... skeletons? They were a rather unnerving sight, even if they were perfectly pleasant and helpful.
She kept working on the clothing. Well, the neighbor Dhena had seen some clothes up for her skeletons, and when she went over for tea, a quick glance out into the field there didn’t give her the shivers like it did at home. She knew she was being silly - they were skeletons, clothed or not - but it just, made her feel better. She’d get used to it, honest. But in the meantime, well.
She shouldn’t even be complaining, really. She’d never seen Ganin more happy than that first evening he came home from one of the training forges. It was hard work still, sure, but blacksmiths were respected, blacksmiths were... well, not necessarily wealthy, but certainly moreso than a peasant was. And with the time available to dedicate to the craft - why, a truly good blacksmith might only need to take on a job a month! And even besides her husband’s new passion, she certainly knew she enjoyed what she did now more. Oh, yes, she was sewing now, much as she used to, but it wasn’t quite the same. Saunder’s Vale was already somewhat richer, and that came with new goods for sale - included nicer threads, nicer sewing needles, nicer looms and the like. Dyed threads, even, which Meyli had taken a particular liking to. She’d actually made some artworks, now, decorative needlework taking over where sewing was no longer something done out of need. It was quite nice, truly.
All because they’d taken charity from a Lich King...
Any further doubts were interrupted, however, by the opening of the front door.
“Mama, look!”
Mori - her second-youngest - proudly displayed what was clearly a crudely-whittled wooden duck. Meyli, gladly took it to look over, before she noticed a small dot of red on the backside and her face turned stern. “Mori, did you cut yourself?”
He wilted under her gaze. “Only a little...” he said, as he offered his left hand to his mother; indeed, there was a small nick on the inner edge of his palm, likely where the paring knife slipped during his carving. The bleeding had already stopped, though it was still red.
Meyli sighed; she couldn’t be that upset with him, gods knew she’d done the same a child. “It’s alright, Mori, just be more careful in the future.” He brightened back up at that.
“Mama, I want to be a carpenter when I grow up! Woodworking is fun!” His eyes were gleaming; Meyli wasn’t sure where he’d heard the word “carpenter”, and she doubted that he’d stay focused on it for that long, but he certainly sounded confident.
She patted him on the head affectionately, before handing him back his duck. “I’m sure you can be, one day. Now go put that on the shelf for display.”
As Mori dashed back inside, she looked contentedly after him.
If he wanted to be a carpenter, she was sure he could be. After all, he didn’t need to be a farmer anymore.
She returned to her sewing, humming a hopeful tune.