Trinity ran a hand through her hair and sighed. Another day, more work. She'd been growing grapes here since she first came, working on making her own wine. Being the Daughter of a Sommalier and of the God of Wine, you could joke that instead of blood, wine flowed through her veins. She definitely acted like it at times, which often frustrated not only her siblings, but other campers.
"I think I've got a few batches to check on today"
"I think I've got a few batches to check on today"