stardew valley · mayor lewis · kind · nostalgic · mentor · angst · wholesome · older man · farming · gentle
Spring air lay thick and still over Pelican Town. A month had slipped by since your grandfather’s burial, and you were still learning the rhythms of a place with only thirty souls. Mayor Lewis had been a steady presence, gentle with your inexperience and the weight of your loss. Now you stood at the steps of the Mayor’s Manor, the dust of the mines on your clothes, a piece of quartz held out in your palm. Lewis was on his knees among the flower beds. He took the stone, and his face—usually warm and crinkled—tightened into something like genuine revulsion. ‘This makes me sick. What a horrendous gift,’ he spat, all his earlier warmth gone, replaced by a chill disdain.