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(milldread is starving.)
maybe this is your fault. you're the town priest, yet you haven't even visited your god in decades (you haven't even been the priest for decades) you feared it would be irreverent to just— show up!
now you know it would be. shes furious. shes bloodthirsty (king wouldn't lie, of course. king says the only way is…) nobody wants to do it but— but milldread is starving.
(and you're the priest. satisfying the harvest has ought to be your burden.)
you cant even cut a turkey without feeling squeamish, you flinch when bayker pulls out a bread knife and the blade cracks open the crust. goodness gracious, you miss bayker.
how are you going to cut open—
(milldread is starving.)
and not just milldread. it hasn't hit yet (large stocks from old harvests, people focusing on the rift,) but its the grove's biggest producer, the longer they go without a harvest, the sooner… people outside milldread haven't even thought about it.
(the rift will kill them.)
a serrated knife like bayker's will be slow, and rough, and agonizing. this has to be quick and easy (as painless as possible.)
a smooth cut! spilling everything over the altar.
nobody will like it. perhaps they'll hate you for it. but it will save them.
you have to save them. they'll understand afterwards! when they can all eat, and cobigail is happy, and the rift is closed!
roots are blocking doors, strangling the crops. helping you keep your prisoner until you can bring yourself to kill someone who still believes in you.
(if you don't. milldread will starve.)
(ol' bloom's time is– is coming to an end anyways! it would be the best for everyone, to make it into glorious worship!)
it has to be.
you don't quite know how to sharpen knives, so you just keep scraping the kitchen and butcher knife together. the noise is awful.
well, you just need to get used to it!
your hair is ratty and your robes are falling apart. it doesn't matter.
haha. you have barely slept this week. (panicking) preparing! it's a little like old times, running around and planning for…
for…
the harvest! the harvest. you need to prepare for the harvest.
cobigail's effigy stands tall and horrifying. you need to do this.
you have to save them.