the good earth [ota, gentle nudge to those who work at the farm]
Restless yet again today. That was what Antigone thought to herself as she walked towards the farm. It was something to do, but she was still distracted.
She missed people, she realized--Ismene, Haemon. Even, she thought as her lips quirked a little, Creon. There was something to fight against in Thebes, at least. Not so in the village, where she didn't work yet and had only met a few people. Antigone had never thought of herself as reclusive, but perhaps she was.
She knew she needed to do something. Maybe there'd be someone new arriving she could meet, or work she could find. She had seen the farm before, on walks, and thought that it could be a good fit for her.
She stepped onto the farm property, looking around for someone to talk to.
She missed people, she realized--Ismene, Haemon. Even, she thought as her lips quirked a little, Creon. There was something to fight against in Thebes, at least. Not so in the village, where she didn't work yet and had only met a few people. Antigone had never thought of herself as reclusive, but perhaps she was.
She knew she needed to do something. Maybe there'd be someone new arriving she could meet, or work she could find. She had seen the farm before, on walks, and thought that it could be a good fit for her.
She stepped onto the farm property, looking around for someone to talk to.