An open field of weeds that reached to the hill. "This is weird?" Thought Henry, for this scene seemed harmless compared to the oddities of before.
"We should move." Said Sheva, who looked at the sun and wondered the time. 'Around 11 in the morning.' She thought, adding to the oddities of this place, as unlike before, where the sun was close to setting, it was still morning int his place.
'It should be the least of my worries.' Were her thoughts as she entered the field and was surprised to find that the weeds were not weeds at all. "Its Wheat." She said. Which the two before her didn't understand at first.
But soon, when looking at the weeds deeply, they did find a seedy stem in between of some of these weeds. "We are on a farm?" Crow wondered, before giving a curious look toward Henry, which he hid instantly.
