I do not own Harvest Moon.
I visit the spring again, but I'm met with some unexpected company. Today the Harvest Sprites are there.
"Oh, Jamie. It's you," the red one says, staring at me. He's holding some sort of instrument.
"What are you doing?" I say tersely.
"Adam collected some notes. We're working on the Goddess' melody."
"Why did you drag Adam into this? We didn't need him."
"We need all the help we can get," the blue sprite rebuts. I scoff. I don't want Adam's help. It's much better to do these things myself. Nobody lets you down if you don't rely on them.
