[For Vax] On Crop Day

[st_oriedqueen]

Hands on her hips, Regina surveyed the farm she, Vax and Piotr had cultivated. To the men, it probably seemed as though she scrutinized it for imperfection in the harvesting, but in truth, she was enjoying a fleeting moment of satisfaction in having done something good. Two things good -- preparing for crisis, and putting others needs ahead of her own. Perhaps four if one considered allowing Vax and Piotr to help her, but Regina didn't.

She tipped her face up to the setting sun, and for just a minute indulged in the sheer pleasure of being alive. How often in her life had she done that?