Morning came with a warm breeze. Isaac stood on the edge of the field, sleeves rolled up, hands already dusted with soil.
The stalks of grain were ready, golden and tall.
He swung his hoe once, and harvested in neat bundles. It only took a few seconds.
Once the field was cleared, he began planting new seeds with the help of the roots.
Tyr waited nearby. Isaac handed over the grain sacks to him.
"Take these to the shop," he said, wiping sweat from his brow.
Tyr nodded, and took them.
With that done, Isaac headed to the gym for his morning training.
The routine was short today, just enough to warm his body and run through the stances that kept his senses sharp.
He returned to the living room sometime later, pushing open the door.
Alice and Emily were there, sitting across from each other with steaming cups of coffee for Alice and strawberry shake for Emily.