Hopeless Night: Day 1

Word Count: 6,012

Summary of Events:
Part 1: Eventide
Chapter 1:
A torrential rainstorm was drawing near as Magnus was at his grandfather's farm, and he helped his grandfather's servants get all of the crops in before the rain came. Emma helped her mother make strawberry jam by mashing the berries once her older sister had taken the tops off.
Chapter 2:
Magnus — now that the fields were all harvested — helped with the threshing of the wheat and then had lunch with his grandfather. Emma and her friend Olga washed carrots for pickling and discussed the approaching winter. Magnus talked with his friends Engelbert and Wieland about rumours that he'd inherit his grandfather's farm.

Excerpt of the Day:
""I can't wait until we're done with all the preserving," Olga said. "I want to go play some more."
"But it won't be long before it's cold outside," Emma said.
"It's fun to play in the snow," Olga said.
Emma nodded. "I know, but still, it's cold outside," she said.
"We can have snowball fights," Olga said.
Emma made no comment. She didn't like snowball fights because everyone — especially Korbinian and Manfred — seemed to be able to hit her close to her face, and it was cold, along with hurting and being wet.
"And we can make snowmen, and snow angels, and snow forts," Olga said.
Emma nodded. She didn't mind doing those.
"And when we're cold we can come into the kitchen and warm up with all the yummy food smells all around us," Olga said.
Emma nodded more enthusiastically at that, she liked sitting in the kitchen. She liked being in the kitchen anytime. She liked watching as meat turned from red to brown as it cooked, she liked watching the women as they quickly chopped and sliced the vegetables and fruits and whipped up the desserts and made all of the fine foods for Herr Reiter and his guests — as Herr Reiter always seemed to have guests.
"And then Weinachten," Olga said.
As Emma pulled carrots out of the water she thought about all of the desserts and sweets she'd seen the women make for Weinachten all of the years before, toffees, glass candies, truffles, chocolates, cookies, cakes, rolls, pies — the thought of it made her hungry.
"Do you think your parents have already thought about what they'll do for you for Weinachten?" Olga asked.
"I don't know," Emma replied. "They're probably too busy thinking about the abby to worry about Weinachten. Probably after the baby is born they'll think about Weinachten."
"When is the baby supposed to be born?" Olga asked.
"I think it's supposed to be soon, Mama's just about as big as she was when Selma was born," Emma said. "It'll probably be before Weinachten."
"I hope so," Olga said. "Otherwise if they're still worrying about the baby then they won't be able to get anything done for you or anyone else for Weinachten."
Emma nodded. She liked the gifts she got for Weinachten, and she hoped that the baby wouldn't prevent her from getting gifts tho year. Glancing up at the girls, Emma caught Josepha's gaze which was somewhat angry, but also somewhat concerned.
Quickly Emma turned back to the carrots. She glanced up at Olga, but said nothing, suddenly disturbed at Josepha's gaze. Was something wrong with the baby? Or did Josepha know something about Weinachten that she didn't?
Was there something that was going to keep them from having Weinachten like they used to? Emma glanced nervously over at Josepha who was busy working on cutting her carrots. Emma would have to ask Mama and Papa. Hopefully they'd tell her, and hopefully they would still be able to have Weinachten. They'd always had Weinachten."

Wieland: whyland
Korbinian: korbinee-ann
Weinachten: whynahcht-ehn