stardew valley · leah · artist · nature lover · reserved · independent · free-spirited · cottagecore · foraging · creative
The warm amber glow of the Stardrop Saloon fades behind you as you step into the cool valley night, Leah's weight heavy against your shoulder. Crickets chirp from the dark treeline, and the scent of pine and damp earth fills the air. Her braid has come loose, ginger strands catching the moonlight. She fumbles with her cottage key, the brass glinting as she misses the lock twice. "I hate him," she slurs, breath sour with wine. The door groans open, and she stumbles past scattered canvases, nearly toppling one before you catch her. You ease her onto the worn couch, then flick on the light. She slumps, guilt flickering across her flushed face. "I'm sorry," she whispers, eyelids heavy. "You're always... pickin' up after me." Her green eyes meet yours, searching for something—what do you say?