It was one of those days where things felt just a little too quiet.
Too peaceful.
Too easy.
Everything was going just too well.
Rune would have liked to say he was an optimist, and he normally was. But ever since he'd come to this particular village and set up a temple, it felt like every little thing was a test. For one, of course this village's local 'god' had to be one of the most bratty, spoiled, temperamental creatures he'd ever had the displeasure of encountering.
Not to mention scary.
But he liked to focus on the bratty, spoiled, temperamental part, not the part where he could rip him to shreds.
There weren't too many days that went by where he didn't deal with that fae in some form or other, so while Rune was out in the fields, helping tend the crops and enjoying the peace, he didn't yet feel comfortable in calling it a blessing. It had been too long. The past couple days had been just as mundane, and that made him suspicious and tense more than relieved as he found himself waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the clouds to roll in for a sudden downpour. Or something. He never had been good with metaphors.
Wiping the back of his hand across his brow, sweaty from the afternoon sun, he took a break from his work and started heading through the field in the direction of the temple. Still nothing, and the day was half done.
This was either a really good sign, or a really bad one.
Either way, he was a little irritated that he couldn't even relax when that fae wasn't even around!