If you find yourself in Vanya's dream, you are likely to notice it's quiet, first. Not empty, but the peaceful quiet of the way a city boy would imagine the countryside: wind in growing grain, birds in the trees, occasionally the lowing of a farm animal but never in distress. The light is warm and golden. The weather is fine, seasonable for the time of year.
A small market town in Nevarra, the name not important enough to be fully consistent from visit to visit. The inhabitants are friendly, and their few problems are simple one. A single lost sheep, young lovers who haven't raised the courage to speak of their affections, a rivalry for which town resident makes the finest savory pie. They see few strangers but aren't hostile to them, inclined mainly to ask for news of the much more exciting outside world. There's no mention of a civil war in Nevarra. There never was one, here. Corypheus is a recognizable name, but that war is long over.
They speak well of Orlov, if he comes up. A quiet man, clearly once a soldier but disinclined to speak of his past. He bought a horse ranch a half day's ride out of town, moved in with his wife, a widow with a son from her first marriage. He's quiet, yes. But does his part for the town and is honest in his dealings. Brings his family in for festivals, says hello if you pass him. No crime in wanting a quiet life, as long as you aren't unfriendly.
If you make your way out of town in the direction of the Orlov ranch, it is a plain place but well-maintained and large enough it must have cost a fair amount to acquire. There's a small staff of ranch hands and a few servants, who all seem content. The horses, it goes without saying, are beautiful.
For his part, Vanya takes a lot of long rides. There's plenty for him to do if he wants to, but the ranch runs fine without him. His wife and stepson are always happy to see him but disinclined to worry if he's gone now and then. He is aware he should be content with a quiet place to retire and no one looking for him. No more battles to fight. Good work to do. But something niggles at him, like it's at the corner of his eye and vanishes whenever he turns to look at it full on.
He can't settle. He can't shake the feeling that if he were to set his horse's feet for Neverra City, he'd somehow never get there.
I wrote this whole starter and then realized Vanya's dream is stardew valley, you're welcome
A small market town in Nevarra, the name not important enough to be fully consistent from visit to visit. The inhabitants are friendly, and their few problems are simple one. A single lost sheep, young lovers who haven't raised the courage to speak of their affections, a rivalry for which town resident makes the finest savory pie. They see few strangers but aren't hostile to them, inclined mainly to ask for news of the much more exciting outside world. There's no mention of a civil war in Nevarra. There never was one, here. Corypheus is a recognizable name, but that war is long over.
They speak well of Orlov, if he comes up. A quiet man, clearly once a soldier but disinclined to speak of his past. He bought a horse ranch a half day's ride out of town, moved in with his wife, a widow with a son from her first marriage. He's quiet, yes. But does his part for the town and is honest in his dealings. Brings his family in for festivals, says hello if you pass him. No crime in wanting a quiet life, as long as you aren't unfriendly.
If you make your way out of town in the direction of the Orlov ranch, it is a plain place but well-maintained and large enough it must have cost a fair amount to acquire. There's a small staff of ranch hands and a few servants, who all seem content. The horses, it goes without saying, are beautiful.
For his part, Vanya takes a lot of long rides. There's plenty for him to do if he wants to, but the ranch runs fine without him. His wife and stepson are always happy to see him but disinclined to worry if he's gone now and then. He is aware he should be content with a quiet place to retire and no one looking for him. No more battles to fight. Good work to do. But something niggles at him, like it's at the corner of his eye and vanishes whenever he turns to look at it full on.
He can't settle. He can't shake the feeling that if he were to set his horse's feet for Neverra City, he'd somehow never get there.