Before the sun had even risen over the mountains in the mornings, Heather was already hard at work.

The industrious young woman worked at her family’s general store, and the doors opened at nine o’clock sharp with no exception. As a result, Heather spent a good chunk of her mornings taking inventory, restocking shelves, and cleaning the store while the rest of Evergreen Town slept soundly in their beds. Heather liked the repetitive nature of her work at the general store, and she took pride in being able to help with the family business; the general store was as much a fixture of the town as the lush evergreens that populated the surrounding forests, where the town had taken its name from.

Heather was a small woman hidden behind the shelf as she worked, with lush curves and a rosy complexion that had a small mole at the corner of her eye. Her hair bobbed in a ponytail gathered at the nape of her neck, the color of flax, and a pair of rabbit ears in the same shade sat atop her head, turning and twitching towards the sounds of a waking town outside. Stocking a new row of vegetable seeds on the shelf, her hands moved quickly with the ease of someone who had done this for years.

She straightened up after the last pouch of seeds found its way onto the shelf.

Her knees popped, drawing out a groan from Heather’s lips. A glance towards the clock on the wall revealed the time—it was 8:56, Heather had finished her chores just in time. Rays of sunlight had begun to stretch across the checkered tile floor of the general store, and as Heather made her way around the aisle with an empty tray perched against her hip, she caught glimpses of the residents of Evergreen town going about their morning routines. Their community was a mixing pot of races and cultures, which made for a colorful bunch of faces to greet on the day to day. The smithy south of town was run by an orcish family; the town librarian was an absolutely humongous Minotaur; and the butcher and his family were werewolves.

Heather was just about to flip the store sign when her eyes spotted a familiar face approaching. Her cheeks warmed at the sight of the new farmer, and she shyly returned his wave as he made his way towards the general store. Right, it was the first day of Spring—he must need new seeds to plant.

The farmer was the latest addition to Evergreen Town, inheriting the rundown farm just over the hill that had belonged to his grandfather. Heather still remembered the kindly old man fondly, and it was just as fondly that she thought about his grandson. She was sweet on the new farmer, that much was certain and could she not? The farmer went out of his way to get her her favorite flowers, and they talked often. He remembered every little thing about Heather, and whenever he was around, it felt like her stomach was full of butterflies and sunshine.

“G’morning, farmer. You’re up bright and early today.” Heather opened the store door with a grin. “What can I get you today? We have some new seeds in stock—strawberries, perfect for Spring, don’t you think?”

Now that the weather was warmer, and the flowers were in bloom after a dreary winter of being blanketed in snow, there was much to look forward to. Heather especially had her eyes on the Bloomhue festival. It was her chance to ask out the farmer, or maybe he would be the one to ask her! Heather's heart skipped a beat at the thought.

Oh, a girl could only dream.

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