Hushed Willows tangled hills and tiny verio singing

For Stark it was still hard to imagine being present and connected to one soul for so long that you forgot where you started and they began. He was connected to a few people, sure, and he was very close to a small handful but could he say it's the same level? He wasn't sure. He twitched his dark lips, corners curling into a smile. Their family seemed to be whole and together and to someone like Stark with more of a wanderers heart it was admirable. 

"Since just after the locusts died off." It was an easy way to say how long and mark out the months that had passed. It felt like an eternity, and now, seeing the promise that things were going to change. With the rain not letting up it meant that the long dormant seeds could grow and sprout and with that would come along the hungry mouths like their own. They'd have to be careful, ride that fine line between feeding themselves but not killing off the promise of the future. 

"I wonder how long before things get better." With any luck things would improve soon.