Time skip time, a new pov, and a heart to heart.
The harsh midday sun felt blistering against the nape of his neck, Jaune grunting as he hauled another bag of grain into the barn. Arms bulging, he threw the bag atop several others before returning to the cart, only about a quarter of the haul complete. Several fields over, he could hear the cat...
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