[center][h1][color=plum]Niara Rootwick[/color][/h1]
[h3]~ Abandoned Farmland ~[/h3]
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Niara let out a low whistle as they peeked inside the building together.[color=plum] “yeah, it’s definitely going to need work. We’d better be careful with the building, too.”[/color] She looked over the machine inside. It was a big mechanism, alright. Hand powered.. phew. That’s what it was about the well, it was a hand-crank that operated it. She wasn’t use to that kind of thing, but it did make this stuff easy to work on. The parts seemed to have a tendency to be big and roughly shaped. It was refreshing.

She turned away from the mill shed, looking over the field. Clearing it out would take some serious work. How much food did they have, anyway? Some have brought rations, she remembered, but what about that energetic, reckless girl? Hmm. [color=plum]”I’ll save looking at this thing until we’ve got some big muscle with us. In the mean time.. I think everyone will be assured if we can show them some crops. Shall we prepare a small offering? Let’s prep a small plot, plant our sampling of seeds, then you can leave the rest to me, deary. We’ll have something to [i]show[/i] for our troubles, out here.”[/color] The Root Elf turned her smile to the adorable birb,[color=plum] “and some food for our friend, as well,”[/color] before she started to get to work, clearing out some of the overgrowth. She quickly displayed a knack for being able to pull weeds out with a significant portion of the root system still attached, with a combination of magic, tools, and muscle.

Farming is just macro-gardening, after all.