Motion catches your attention, and you look towards it. It's a vaguely woman-like shape, waving in your direction. Quickly she follows the gesture up with a question, that has you nodding. "Yes." You reply, because you do. How else are you going to set the initial conditions for your seeds? But she hasn't asked for any, and so you return to your work.
Unlike Lily, you haven't bothered with shoes. Instead your pants are rolled up to the knee (not that it matters, the mud won't be kept from climbing), and your toes are buried in the mud. You rather like the tactile feel of it, though many would likely disagree. Kneeling down with no regard for your clothing, you big to measure out spacing for your seeds, marking with as much accuracy as you can where each ought to be planted using a stock of wheat that you've found. It's a crude system, but unfortunately you haven't been able to find anything better. Still, you note all of your imprecision in your notes so that you results accurately reflect the initial conditions.
Unlike Lily, you haven't bothered with shoes. Instead your pants are rolled up to the knee (not that it matters, the mud won't be kept from climbing), and your toes are buried in the mud. You rather like the tactile feel of it, though many would likely disagree. Kneeling down with no regard for your clothing, you big to measure out spacing for your seeds, marking with as much accuracy as you can where each ought to be planted using a stock of wheat that you've found. It's a crude system, but unfortunately you haven't been able to find anything better. Still, you note all of your imprecision in your notes so that you results accurately reflect the initial conditions.
