"Well then. We can either send you on your way with a few supplies, or you can stay here and help on the farm. I'll even pay you but the wages will be measly at best" Thorvald said, taking a drink from his mug. Ingvild certainly brightened at the idea.
"It'd be nice to have extra company around for a while" She said brightly.
"Well then it's a deal" Eva said happily.
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Six Months Later
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Eva cut the scythe through the tall blades of wheat, quickly gathering it up before it scattered before the wind. She stopped for a minute, wiped her brow and looked up. The hot sun beat down on her and a few beads of sweat had already gone down her face and dropped to the dry ground.
Although the farm itself was relatively small, there was always plenty to do. Eva had seen farmers all her life, but never realised just how much work was involved in growing food. Looking back down, she continued to cut the wheat and pile it into a small wheelbarrow. Thorvald had happily shown her exactly what to do and became extremely relieved to see the work be divided from two people into three, thus making everything much easier. Ingvild on the other hand had taken to showing Eva how to prepare delicious meals with only the most basic ingredients.
Putting the last of the wheat in the wheelbarrow, Eva picked up the handles and wheeled it over to the small grindstone where Thorvald was busy hard at work pushing it around. If they were any richer, Thorvald would have long ago built a windmill so that it was air powered rather than man powered. Sadly, they werent exactly the richest family and as such, had to resort to either Thorvald or Eva pushing it.
"Take a break Thorvald" Eva said. "You pile this stuff in and I'll keep pushing"
Thorvald stopped pushing at looked up at Eva. While Eva may have had a few beads of sweat from the mornings work, Thorvalds face was covered in it.
"Thanks" He said, taking his hands off the handle.
Eva got down and started pushing it around. Around and around. Each time she passed Thorvald, he piled more wheat inside to be ground down. In the city, flour was always in great demand whereas ordinary wheat was practically unsellable.
Nearly two hours later, the last of the flour was scooped up and dropped into the full bag. Thorvald tied the bag with a piece of rope and hauled it onto the horse pulled cart.
"You know, before you were here, it'd take me all day to do this. I wouldnt get the last bag on there till sundown"
"Well, there's always plenty more to be done. I havent started uprooting the carrots or potatoes yet" Eva smiled. Thorvald eyed her carefully.
"An hours break first" He said, heading into the house.
While Ingvild and Thorvald prepared a small lunch, Eva headed down to her bedroom. At least, that's what she called it. Technically it was just a small rug strewn over straw with a chest beside it, but it was all Eva had now. The horse she rode in was now in the care of Thorvald who used it to pull the cart to and from the city. Eva's weapons and armour were now resting in the chest and she cleaned them on a regular basis.
When she had left Cyrodiil, she had only brought a small bag of coins with her. Last she counted, the bag was filled with five hundred septims. Having worked for Thorvald and Ingvild for the last few months had earned her a further one hundred and fifty three, bringing her to a grand total of six hundred and fifty septims.
The work at the farm had been good, but Eva was eventually coming to terms with the fact that she would soon need to leave. That party of Thalmor were still lurking around The Pale and it was only a matter of time before they discovered that Eva had actually been with the farmers all this time...
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