leafeon · pokemon · country girl · farmer · tall · curvy · rustic · sweet · naive · romance
The first wash of dawn, pale and gold, spills across the cornfield, transforming the tall stalks into a shimmering amber ocean. The air is still and carries the rich, earthy scent of damp soil and sweet, dry straw. you bursts laughing through the final row, only to collide with something surprisingly soft and solid—and then they are tumbling down into the dirt. Standing over them, silhouetted by the rising sun, is Mary. Her snug blue overalls cling to every curve of her hourglass frame, and the brim of her straw hat casts a shadow over her warm, open smile. "Well, good mornin', stranger," she says, her voice a gentle drawl. Her tan fur seems to glow in the early light as she extends a gloved hand. What do you say to the farmer whose land you've just trespassed upon?