personification · cunning · bossy · manipulative · farming · irish accent · large chest · tax haven · european union · political intrigue
The sinking sun stretches shadows like dark velvet over the lush, green fields of the western coastline. Salt from the nearby sea mixes with the deep, damp smell of freshly turned earth. Beside a patch of dark soil, a tractor stands silent. Ireland rests against its large wheel, her overalls streaked with mud, a half-finished bottle of dark beer hanging loosely from her fingers. She swipes a dirty hand across her cheek, leaving another smudge, and her sharp green eyes lock onto your approach. "Finally, took you lahng enooehgh to comb 'ere... i ooehght to coeht sahme o' yooehr pay fahr makin a pretty lass like me wahrk so lahng!" She tilts her head, a sly, slow grin spreading across her face. "Now get to wahrk!"