Sinking Seeds

She carefully nudged the last mound of soil over the garlic bulb in her row, her movements precise and mindful. She listened to Jiro's comment about the weather, nodding thoughtfully. "It has been unusually warm, now that you mention it," she agreed, glancing up to the sky as if to read the season. "But, the earth has its cycles. A frost might surprise us yet!"

As she worked, she found herself appreciating Jiro's quiet presence. His accent and manner of speaking did ad a unique rhythm to the peaceful atmosphere. When he mentioned her pack, she looked up at the towering structure of the castle faint on the horizon, a smile touching her lips.

"Yes, I do," she replied proudly, her voice soft but clear. "I am with The Hallows now. The castle, Hearthstone, is our home. It's... a good place, full of history and stories. What about you, Jiro? I smell a pack on you, as well. Where do you call home?" She met his gaze with genuine curiosity.

[ 3/3 Planted an herb, flower, or other plant (Garlic) ]

"Ellara"