Belril
Every day's a challenge
But I always seem to get through
But I always seem to get through
A small, lone figure was walking towards the scattered plantlife in the area, a bucket of water in one hand and a bucket with soil from another area in the other, from the direction of the domiciles. Breathing heavy under a full brown robe that covered even his head with a hood, the figure knelt down beside a patch of what looked like a variety of vegetables and fruits. However, some of the plants didn't look native to the fields, instead looking vibrant and colorful, almost tropical.
"Deepfrost is coming," the figure muttered to himself, hoping he wasn't followed as he pulled back sleeves then grabbed handfuls of soil from the bucket to add to the various plants. "Will have to transfer some of these to pots soon." He sounded nervous about the prospect, unsure of how such a transfer would affect these plants or how successful in the long-term such a move would be.
Thinking to himself of what to do, he took the bucket of water and began to carefully pour it around the bases of each plant, rationing it between all of them. "If only I knew how to make something like a greenhouse or a place better suited..."
He had hoped he was not followed, that he managed to stay hidden so he could keep this little trove of life to himself, but he knew that his luck would never work like that...
"Deepfrost is coming," the figure muttered to himself, hoping he wasn't followed as he pulled back sleeves then grabbed handfuls of soil from the bucket to add to the various plants. "Will have to transfer some of these to pots soon." He sounded nervous about the prospect, unsure of how such a transfer would affect these plants or how successful in the long-term such a move would be.
Thinking to himself of what to do, he took the bucket of water and began to carefully pour it around the bases of each plant, rationing it between all of them. "If only I knew how to make something like a greenhouse or a place better suited..."
He had hoped he was not followed, that he managed to stay hidden so he could keep this little trove of life to himself, but he knew that his luck would never work like that...
Each day's a balancing act
Of good and bad events
Of good and bad events
