Under sluggish drifting silver waves of thick overcast and the crisp foreboding wind of autumn, the folk rose after the faint dawn light lit the many shades of gray across the smothered heavens. Those who were eager enough wasted little time in preparing themselves to finish the last of the harvest labor. Any of the men who had young men as sons took them out to the fields first for the hardest tasks, while many women and lads were left at home to do the daily chores before dusk when they could join the festival. Ginger-haired lass nearly a woman herself, watched as her mother left with the few other women who went to aid the men in their harvest work in the golden field bordered by oaks and pines. Crimson and rusty leaves blew past as her mother told her daughter to come join her once she was done cleaning the roundhouse, and with a smile, the lass nodded in understanding.
Western folk of Neyurm village took great pride in their old rites since times immemorial and with few still abou