[center][h1][color=plum]Niara Rootwick[/color][/h1]
[h3]~ Abandoned Farmland ~[/h3]
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[@Rune_Alchemist]

Niara was quick to agree,[color=plum] “a small patch would probably be best, yes.”[/color] She didn’t want to waste seeds to roaming birds. They’d have to build a fence, to keep them safe. Much and more needed to be done, but what did she expect, when she left the safety of the islands? Maybe even more difficulty, if she were honest. She hadn’t even had to fight anything on landing. Fortunate.

Together, the toil went quickly. Funny, how dividing the work in half does that. Once the seeds were planted, Niara stretched out her back with a grin. The other wasn’t used to magic, perhaps? Or didn’t expect a magic like hers, at the very least. Niara chuckled softly at the farm girl’s doubtful tone.[color=plum] “Normally. Let’s keep the crop small, for now.”[/color]

First, the rice. Rice normally grew in paddies, with a layer of water overtop. Very, very moist conditions. Flooded. This was, needless to say, much dryer, and trying to grow tea in rice conditions would result in tea destruction from moldy roots. So, modify the rice, then.[color=plum] “This was the rice, right?”[/color] Niara turned to Yingmei for confirmation before she knelt down and put a hand over either side, closing her eyes and taking a stilling breath. Soft, green currents of light reached out from her hands and into the soil, moving along and finding each burried see,[color=plum] “should have asked to see them first. Ah well. This rice may need extra boiling.”[/color] The wisps of light faded away after a moment, and Niara rose to her feet before coming to stand in the center of the worked area.

[color=plum] “And now…”[/color] Niara took a deep breath, putting spreading her arms out and slowly bringing them together in front of her, lacing her fingers with her palms down. Slowly, her fingers unfurled and more green light came, this time pouring down from her hands and into the ground, and working its way through the ground to the dug troughs.

Niara took a deep breath. The light poured into the troughs and flowed along them. The light reached into the soil, finding each seed and beginning to soak in.

Another deep breath, and green shoots rose from the earth, leaves unfurling. With each breath she took, it seemed like the plants grew more, until they had a small, small, grown crop of tea and what certainly looked like rice.

[color=plum] “Whew!”[/color] Niara had herself a seat right where she was.[color=plum] “That was a lot of growin’. I usually only do one at a time, like that..”[/color]