[b]A) Improve Food (Again…)[/b]

The wind whipped through the hair of the raiders but did not obscure their vision, as they had learned to tie their hair back or to cut it short. It was midday and the sun was high in the sky and beating down on the dozen riders as they rode their mounts through the Steppe, kicking up a trail of dust that was carried by the gentle breeze.

Ever since the horses were caught and trained, the people had been more optimistic about the future,as returning to their heritage was unanimously agrees to be a good omen for the tribe. Every day the horses were taken out for a ride, to the north of the Tribe-Lands until they came to the tree line and then back again, Ventians were use to the freedom of wide open spaces and found forests distasteful, as the canopies obscured the light of the sun they so cherished. 

But everyday they rode north and returned, they passed by a small valley and within the small valley was a clump of trees that grew to the sky. Voltus never gave the trees any bother, they seemed to be just as plain as every other and he doubted that their wood was any good either. however this time, as they passed the clump of trees, Voltus raised his fist upwards and ordered the riders to stop; in the trees that they usually passed, there were suns. They grew in the dense foliage of the trees, bright and vibrant in their color but what color, the tribe didn’t know, as they never came across it, though it looked similar to the reds and the yellows that they were use to from the sun.

Voltus dismounted his horse and gripped it by the main, guiding it has he walked to the tree and the small, odd-colored suns. Once at the foot of the tree, He looked up into the leaves and at a sun that was just in reach. He raised his hand cautiously towards it, as the sun was hot and he didn’t want to burn his hand but the closer he got, he found that the air didn’t get warmer. Satisfied that he wouldn’t get burned, he plucked the sun from it’s stem and felt it. It was round and firm in has hands, like the breasts of his wife, he brought his nose to the sphere and inhaled. It came off with a slightly bitter-sour scent that was appealing, with subtle undermines of sweet, he guessed that it might be a fruit. but before eating it himself, he brought it to the muzzle of his mount, whom he had called Orange, after his wife. Orange sniffed it and without hesitation took a large bite out of it.

Voltus knew that animals had the inmate ability to know when something was edible or not and he was confident that it wasn’t wrong this time. He did the same and eat the fruit, peel and all; the flesh of the fruit was sweet and sour and juicy, very refreshing but the hard skin was bitter. Deciding to peel away the skin, he was surprised to find that the fruit was segmented and that the segments could be pulled apart easily, he shared the sweet slices of sun with his group and they all agreed that some should be brought to the tribe.

So they did, they packed their leather sacks with fruit and rode home to Verveaux. When the people ate it, they all wanted more and wondered wha it was called. Voltus looked to his horse Orange, without whom this discovery would not have been made. 

“I call them. Oranges!”

Summery: During the process of eating the “Oranges” small stones were found inside them and it was concluded that they were seeds. The seeds were planted in uniform rows to grow into a large orchard and the people would have this wondrous fruit for generations.

Resource Added: Oranges.