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Demeter has been baking, twisting bread into breads and shapes to create. After a while, she moves on to taking the beautiful harvested wheat and twisting it since those shapes will last longer, the bread will be gifted to locals around her.
Her hands are chapped and there's chaff under her fingernails when she feels something and looks up to see a vision of Sunshine, bloody, worn and determined to face her Fate.
Demeter looks at her, shaping a blessing as she's shaped the bread and wheat and sending it towards Sunshine.
Her hands are chapped and there's chaff under her fingernails when she feels something and looks up to see a vision of Sunshine, bloody, worn and determined to face her Fate.
Demeter looks at her, shaping a blessing as she's shaped the bread and wheat and sending it towards Sunshine.