- Genres
- Fantasy Romance, Scifi
OOC
~ Spring 29th ~
It had been almost a month since the fateful night that the stormy seas had claimed their passage to the mainland and left them marooned on this isle long since forgotten by history. No initial reading from the smartest heads in the isle revealed much to them, and the most valuable source of information to them was Iris, a strange maiden who was once an inhabitant so long ago.
But their mystery and wonders were still the least of their concerns. With their current location unknown, finding a way to contact the mainlands would be difficult, and there was still the issue of securing food. Hunting and foraging had proven to be useful, but unreliable at all times. There was no way to guarantee they would be fed quite yet. But there is hope for that still: Up the hill and on the terraces, his ears wrapped in a white scarf stained with dirt and mud, a young man wanders the once rich soils of this farm land, having turned the soil with makeshift tools made from driftwood and stone. As he is working, the sun beats down. Things are getting hotter, and summer is almost here. He isn't paying much attention as he brings his tool down.
There was a crunch. He looked down, and noticed in the soil that he had just tilled, small green leaves. Bending down he dug through the dirt and the soil. As he did, he noticed... It was richer. Even if only slightly. Stuck to his Hoe's blade was a mound coated in dirt. As he dug it out more and more, he realized what this was. It was a turnip. It was food! There weren't that many, but here they were. A small patch of turnips. Hardly enough to feed everyone but enough to show that something could be grown here even if there was still plenty more work to be done. Petrus scooped up about all 5 of them in his shirt and hurried down the hillside to the town below to share the news.
Petrus was out of breath by the time he had made it to the town square. It still felt empty given it's size, but there were signs of activity bringing things back. He hurried to the best place he could think of to share with everyone. He hurried to the home of Brea and Finn. Brea was the best person to entrust with these new found blessings. Petrus hurried inside, still out of breath. "It's working!..." He hurried to the counter of Brea's "Inn" and began placing each turnip down one by one down. They were of varying shape and size, and some were less pleasing to look at (in addition to one having a massive mark gouged inside of it).
Still Petrus was excited. "I guess we're doing something right after all!" Of course things weren't perfect yet. Turnips didn't exactly need highly fertile soil to grow, but things were getting better.
~ Elsewhere ~
Jian Hua had been taking the time for a pleasant walk all on her own. She had spent much time with everyone so far, but there were still moments when she much appreciated the meditative moments she had to herself. About a 30 minute walk into the woods was a peaceful little pond with a waterfall that flowed from deeper in the island, and this river passed right by the village. She sat on the rocky shore of the pond with one leg stretched out and an arm propped up on her knee. There were tropical flowers all starting to bloom and birds nearby singing.
It was perhaps not such a bad thing that their ship had crashed. Truth be told, Jian was enjoying herself. Perhaps for the first time since she was just learning to dance. Having no obligation to another was a resoundingly free feeling. So much so that she leaned back and let her eyes flutter closed, bathing in the partial shade of the canopy overhead. Someone else was bound to stop by, no doubt, and she would not mind. But for now, it was just the light misting of the falls and the chirping of the birds, and that was quite meditative.