Sway here, sway there - that was what Simoun and Sonn were doing. Just behind their main-house stands their garden, and the crops thereby were ready to be harvested. At the center of the garden stands a tall acacia tree, planted by them both.
They grabbed the hoe and synchronously cultivated the soil. Chug! Chug! The irrigation is well-designed and built by Simoun that it properly sustains water to the crops. As they were working, they happened to come across a subject far new to them which was started by Simoun,
"I am thinking of inviting her here."
"What made you think so, Brother?" Asked Sonn as they both plow the soil [Plow Plow Plow].
"I am not sure, Sonn. I just think that we are inclined to invite another member to be with us." Simoun succinctly answered. The sun was about to set, and they decided to get in. The villagers were, as always, in hustle to lock-up themselves - it is broad to say that the villagers are starting to compose themselves and go home because the planking sound of the doors every time they do is echoing loud.
They entered the main-house to continue the conversation, Sonn ignited the torch, both seated at the table, Simoun at the other side and Sonn at the opposite. They were both exhausted since they needed to harvest the crops from their garden. Villagers are not allowed to harvest crops outside the village (it's a rule bestowed by Simoun) which in this case, the main-home and the unfinished-bastion-mansion are not part of the village.
"Don't you think it's better if we could at least invite my sister, Alexandrovna, to join our village?" He asked as they are both seated.
"I... I kind of think so. Well, Brother, if that is what you think, who am I to interfere." Those words... Did Sonn just say that because he knew that Simoun, by far, has the right to invite? He broke the buzz, "Of course, Brother, I support you! I think so that it would be great if we have another member joined." Sonn stood solemnly from his seat, went to the furnace to get the hot baked potatoes. He placed it in the center of the rectangular table while Simoun was steadily watching his countenance, giving him an awkward stare.
"I will write her a letter right away, then." In no time, Simoun grabbed a piece of paper out from his bag and proceeded to write. He was excited, but he somehow - from nowhere - felt that Sonn is not on the same page. He thought to himself, "What if Sonn disagrees of inviting another member... deep inside?"
During this deep and silent sentiments, Sonn was in precedence of preparing their dinner. He glanced at the window - it's amply dark, no villagers were left roaming.
"We have nothing to drink but milk and water. Maybe soon, we can explore the Nether to find some potion ingredients." Sonn expressed a new subject, tackling a notion associated with adventure... adventure in the Nether.
"I think so, Sonn." He responded as if he was truly listening. Simoun continued scribbling the letter as Sonn was seated at the opposite side, eating his food.
Time passed. . . It was already 11 in the late evening and Simoun just cleaned the table. Sonn was tucked on his bed, already under the majesty of slumber. Simoun's two cats were already sleeping, too, on his bed - Toby and his daughter Cowy.
"I will never sleep without writing something." He thought to himself. He, then, grabbed his pending book, yet to be published, seated at the table, and wrote something promptly before sleeping.
* * *
The sun was rising, it was 6 o'clock in the morning. Sonn got up with a wretched, annoyed face. The golden rays passed through the window, straight to his face, waking him up glowing. He felt vexed and as he stood-up, stretching his arms and widening his eyelids, he happened to realize that Simoun was sleeping on the table - not on his bed. Was it because his bed is occupied by Toby and Cowy? Perhaps.
"Are you serious..." He said, whispering to himself. He eyed the view from the window, seeing the villagers running to and fro. "Another indifferent day." Sonn, then, walked towards the table where Simoun was shut dead by slumber, he grabs and saw the letter that he wrote as an invitation to Alexandrovna and the letter says as follows:
"Dear Sister,
My good, dear sister! How are you doing? In my earnest composition, I would like to invite you to our village. We are amply sufficient in food, work, and social. I see, our SMP happens to be quite dull, so as to say - boring. I live with our cousin Sonn. I am hoping for your retort, and I wish to see you soon.
Best,
Simoun."
"Am I... am I that boring? Perhaps it's why brother wants to invite someone to join us." Asked Sonn verbally as soon as he finished perusing the simple letter written for Alexandrovna. He meant not to be heard by Simoun, but he suddenly spoke those words audible enough to be heard. But he seemed to be not worried because Simoun was sleeping. . . Is he truly sleeping? Perhaps. . .
"Of course, Sonn, you are not boring." He exposed himself awake! "As soon as you grabbed the letter. . . I don't know... It woke me up conscious." In great embarrassment, Sonn dared not to speak. "Sonn, you are not boring. I am merely thinking that our SMP will be far colorful and vibrant with many or at least another member." Simoun sighed, but he was willing to continue, "Remember Sonn, a painting would not be visually pleasing without many colors."
"What about pencil drawings? It only makes use of two colors - black and white." Sonn's cute voice murmured as well as his soft and small face. He was looking embarrassed.
"Ha-ha-ha!" Laughed he in amusement, "We are more than a drawing, Sonn. This village, i want this to be the whole sense of art. This land has to be visually appealing and ideologically extreme." Simoun smiled as he taps Sonn's shoulder. He, then, went to prepare their breakfast, composed of bread, carrots, stew, and leftover potatoes from last night.
* * *
It's over a week since Simoun sent the letter to Alexandrovna. Since then, he did not receive a reply that he expected.
Both Simoun and Sonn are presently occupied by many matters. Simoun is now on behalf of the underground-basement-project, while Sonn is making sure that their village is in apt condition. Sonn seems to be standing as the main proprietor of their village since Simoun is preoccupied in writing laws for it, planning and building, and assessing various concerns with regards to the village.
Their village is oftentimes in need of a proprietor, although they have their very 'head villager'. The head villager who was assigned by Simoun is Kublai - a very bright, clever and high-earning farmer-villager. Kublai has the right to bestow his conjecture towards Simoun and Sonn. In the first place, this village is not originally owned by the party. In actual history, Simoun and Sonn merely became the land proprietor when they happened to save the village from a raid. Simoun and Sonn are both constrained after reflecting to consider the fact that this village is not initially theirs.
Simoun and Sonn, accompanied by the villagers, worked in fervor extremity until they and the village flourish. Kublai is joyously thankful to the cousins. Without Simoun and Sonn, the village would not prosper and thrive. But that matter is well taken back for by the help of Kublai's son, Enoch the armorer, they both obtained a mighty, blue diamond armor. The villagers provided them most of their needs. Because of the villagers, they happen to taste potions, wear outstanding armor, and get other many relishing gains.
They respected the village and the village respected them back even more, providing them the most predominant services. The perception of the two subjects are harmonically adequate. The village, by far, is perfect.
Such actuality, however, does not erase the fact that Simoun thinks so that their SMP is in need of new members which Sonn responded with not a single sign of conjecture. Do they really need to invite many or at least a new member to join their village? Why does Simoun think so? And most importantly - does Sonn wholly agree to the notion of inviting someone - as Alexandrovna - to join their SMP?