Post by Cassandra Sandsmark on Sept 13, 2020 7:36:19 GMT -5
Participants: Cassandra Sandsmark | Conner Kent
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): Kent Farm, Smallville, Kansas
Time of Day: Twilight
Weather: Warm, with a slight breeze
Summary: Cassie and Conner visit the Kent farm, taking time to reflect and catch up.
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): Kent Farm, Smallville, Kansas
Time of Day: Twilight
Weather: Warm, with a slight breeze
Summary: Cassie and Conner visit the Kent farm, taking time to reflect and catch up.
The late evening sun dipped just below the horizon, painting the Kansas sky in muted pinks and purples. A soft breeze rustled the tassels in endless corn fields, a comforting and ever-present whisper in the acres of land surrounding the Kent farm. Sat on a wooden bench, a warming iced tea in her hands, Cassie looked out over the miles of crop ahead of her, their tall stalks casting long, swaying shadows. In the distance, a flock of dark birds wheeled as daylight dimmed, circling the tree in which they would come to roost. The occasional sounds of cattle braying were louder than any car engine, and occasionally a nearby horse huffed and snorted as it nudged its tottering, band-legged foal to rest.
It was easy to see why Clark, Conner and Kara returned to their ancenstral home so frequently. A world away from big cities, distanced from the hectic rush of corporate life, the Kent estate existed in a state of perpetual peace – a moment in time that seemed to linger, and while days passed and seasons changed, the farm endured, a rural haven without apology, a space for reflection and relaxation.
There had been times in her life in which Cassie had been a regular visitor; a handful of her most cherished memories played out with the agricultural paradise as their backdrop – clear skies, full moons and floating picnic tables. But the frequent visits had changed with Conner's passing. For longer than she would have liked, she had avoided returning, happy to let it exist in her mind, at first afraid that setting foot on gravel path to the old farmhouse would make his death real; later, that her being there would see the quiet, calm veil over the estate pulled free, allowing the chaos of the outside world in.
At the time, the only thing worse would have been if nothing had changed at all.
But it had weathered even that storm. Conner had returned, and Cassandra had stopped in for the first time in what seemed like forever, and almost everything was exactly as she remembered it. Only she and Conner had changed.
She let out a soft sigh as her eyes were drawn away from the horizon and toward an approaching Superboy, the tall, dark-haired Titan emerging from the around the side of the Kent's house. She offered him a warm smile, and raised her glass of tea in greeting. “So that roofing wasn't as easy to fix as you thought...” Ma Kent had called Conner that morning, asking for his aid in repairing a leak. The request had led to some complication with the two teenagers' coffee-and-catch-up plans, so Cassie had agreed to accompany him for what should have been a 'quick' chore.
Not that she minded it had taken far longer than expected; being back at the farm inspired a sense of ease that Cassandra hadn't felt in a long time.
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