[center][h1][color=plum]Niara Rootwick[/color][/h1]
[h3]~ Abandoned Farmland ~[/h3]
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Niara continued to breath and sit, smiling under the compliments from the farm girl.[color=plum] “A priestess? Nooo, not me.”[/color] After a moment, she rolled over to take a knee and then up she went, to her feet.[color=plum] “Back on the Islands, I was one of the folks that would go around and treat people’s plants. There were some really particular specimens, I’m not ashamed to admit. Some of them needed [i]constant[/i] adjustment. Or someone kept coming along behind me and undoing my work..”[/color]

Though she was on her feet, Niara still took a moment to stretch her back a little and breathe deeply.[color=plum] “whew, haven’t had mana sickness in a while. You’d think I’d be old enough to know better..”[/color] A moment more passed before she approached the rice, and squatted down in front of it,[color=plum] “hope the edits I made turned out well.”[/color]

As the other started to head back, Niara looked quickly between the plants and her departing cohort. It was grown, they should gather some! Quickly, she harvested a bit of the tea and more of the rice before following behind.

[color=plum] “Coming, coming~[/color] the elf was careful as she hurried, to not bounce the rice too much and lose a bunch of grains.[color=plum] “I wonder if there’s a better place to plant the rice? We’ll have to see if this batch turned out. I’ve never worked with rice, myself, only learned about it..”[/color]