"Sit and spin, Reyes," it was growled. Didn't match this young face at all, but it went to show something for the fact that 76 remained right where he was. Arms folded across his chest and barely giving Reaper a glance.

The stalks of corn moved in waves as if some great ocean behind them, went out further than the eye could see. So easy to get lost in, and miss the parts that had old blood dried and smeared at waist level. Shadows ran deep, flowing across grass and ground alike in pools and rolling like waves just the same.

All of those little tapir were happy enough to chase shadows and nibble at them. Ears of corn that looked ripped away from the stalk, too. "More or a nightmare if you're here."