Just A Mostly Friendly Hello

Finch sang softly to herself as she worked, collecting some small new seedlings to transplant from the plains back to the gardens of Avalon. The more they could grow for themselves, the more self sufficient they'd be in the long run. It was necessary work, although she enjoyed it so much she didn't even think of it as labor. She had a few ceramic bowls that had leather knots attached to either side to make them easier to drag along back towards her home. Finch stood up and stretched thoroughly, wiggling all of her toes. She was covered up to her belly in wet loamy soil, but she was quite content. The spritely young female turned to begin dragging her haul of greenery home when she caught sight of a stranger up on the hillside.

She was young, still - and inexperienced. Finch hadn't yet met someone decidedly unfriendly, so she shook off the worst of the mud and padding over to introduce herself. When she got close enough to be within earshot, she called out a soft: "Hello!"