Pip looked out across the over grown landscape of Star Haven Farm. The farm had been abandoned for many years, and with no one to keep up with it, it was, frankly, a disaster. Pip sighed and began to question why they ever agreed to move back to the valley. They thought it would be good to be back home and out of the city, but after being at the farm for only a couple of days, they were starting to think that the wizard's proposition was impossible.

Stardew Valley wouldn't be the quaint, quiet valley the humans wanted it to be forever. The valley had a lot going for it, and with the arrival of the JoJa Corporation, it was starting to become more well known in the world. Tourists had been in and out of the valley for some time, and it wouldn't be long before vacation homes and luxury hotels made their mark on the land.

And what was so wrong with that, anyway? It would provide a lot of income for Pelican Town and for its residents. It would give them a chance to expand, add more businesses, bring in more goods and services; like cable and internet. Dear Yoba, hadn't these people heard of WiFi? And those dirt roads; it was no wonder there weren't many cars around: they couldn't get them to drive all those damned pot holes. Yoba knew that Pelican Town was due for a total make over. Why were these humans so unwilling to let the town change and grow with the rest of the world?

Pip turned and looked up at the old cabin on the edge of the property. Pip wanted nothing to do with the valley. They never fit in, anyway. Not even with their own kind, never mind those Yoba awful judgmental humans that lived in town. The wizard wanted their help in keeping the tourists and city goers out of the valley, but Pip was starting to realize that they signed up for a job they didn't believe in. And a job that was clearly impossible. How in the hell were they supposed to get this farm up and running again, anyway?

Star Haven Farm was certainly not a haven. Not for Pip, and certainly not for anyone in the valley. It was only a reminder of failure to the people of Pelican Town. The farm represented nothing but a torn family and opposite ideals. And, eventually, when there was no one left to claim ownership, it fell into disarray, only to be pushed onto Pip with some hope that their dying ways could be revived.

What was with these damned humans? Why were they so stubborn all the Yoba-damned time?

A rustling interrupted Pip from their thoughts. They turned, peering down the dirt road as a young woman meandered through the trees. Pip noticed the strange, purple hair first, then the strong features of the woman the hair belonged to. Their eyes met for a moment and the woman stopped dead in her tracks, a look of surprise on her face.

"Oh," she started. "I'm sorry. I… I didn't know anyone moved in here."

Pip shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I did," they said simply.

"Oh." She looked Pip up and down quickly and offered a smile. "Cool. Well, I'm Abigail."

Pip, too, looked her up and down, then shrugged again and turned back to look at the house. "Pip."

"This place has been empty for so long," Abigail continued. "I've been coming out here to explore and just get away." She looked around and shrugged. "Guess I can't do that anymore."

Pip did their best not to roll their eyes. They really weren't interested in having any kind of conversation with anyone in town. "I don't care what you do," they said. "This place is a dump, anyway."

Abigail hesitated. "So, why did you move in?"

"Someone asked me to fix it up." Pip turned back to Abigail, hoping that their short answers would be enough of a clue for the girl to leave.

"Where did you live before?" Abigail asked curiously. "I didn't think there was anyone left to inherit the place."

"There wasn't," Pip said. "I used to live in the valley before I moved into the city."

"Oh." Abigail's brows knit together. "I've never seen you before."

"Because I'm a fairy," Pip said, now clearly irritated with her presence and her cluelessness. "In case that wasn't obvious. We don't make it a habit of being well known."

Abigail smiled, seemingly unfazed by Pip's reaction. "I didn't know fairies still existed," she said. "I mean, of course you'd be here, in the valley."

"Is there something you want?" Pip asked flatly, crossing their arms. "In case you haven't noticed, I apparently have a lot of work to do here for no damn reason at all."

This, finally, gave Pip the reaction they were looking for. Abigail's brows knit together angrily at the way she had been spoken to. "What's your problem?" she snapped at Pip.

Pip had started to regret the outburst, but then again, they were never very good in social situations, anyway. Perhaps it was better off to seem like a jerk so the humans would just leave them alone. Pip was good at being alone. It was always better that way.

"Besides being uprooted from my home and forced to save some stupid farm that no human will appreciate? Nothing. No problem at all."

Abigail rolled her eyes and stormed off. "Whatever," she muttered, loud enough for Pip to hear.

Pip's rigid form loosened as soon as Abigail was out of sight. That wasn't exactly the first impression they wanted to make, but they never had much luck with humans, anyway. Humans were rude, disgusting, and judgmental; Pip already knew that. So what did it matter what kind of impression they made? Pip was the outcast - always had been, and always would be. Despite accepting that fact, a part of them wanted to find acceptance. A part of them wanted to be the fairy they were supposed to be.

And a proper fairy would at least have alcohol on hand. Pip was at least good at that. But getting alcohol meant one of two things: going to the saloon in town, or making it themselves. Going to the saloon was obviously out of the question, which only meant that Pip would need to start clearing some land in order to get their own brewery of sorts going. A garden would need to be made for growing grapes and hops, and a shed would need to be built where they could make beers and ales and wines.

Mayor Lewis had introduced Pip to Robin, who was apparently good at that sort of thing. Pip, for sure, was not good with tools. Asking Robin for help was likely something that Pip could not avoid, but Robin seemed decent enough, and all Pip really needed was a shed. That shouldn't take Robin long at all.

Pip put their hands on their hips and looked back over the farm's land. It was a lot of work for a little bit of alcohol, but it was something to do on this rotting farm, anyway.