Site Write Day 15 - Tending the Fields
Day 15: Free Write.
Dawnmender Mission: Sunfury Fields
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Koramm let out a sigh, wiping the sweat from his brow as he sat back on his haunches, taking a few moments break to look back upon the morning’s work. The noon sun was high overhead, the heat bearable, thankfully. He was grateful of the area’s seemingly eternal fair weather, rarely subject to the scorching summers that could strike Mulgore. Even so, a full day under a cloudless sky toiling away in a field would make any creature sweat.
Still, as the tauren looked behind him, nearly half the small section of the field that he had assigned had been planted. Koramm was proud of his work. The rows were neat and evenly spaced, and as far as he could tell, the soil was rich properly fertilized, The elves that regularly tended these fields, he was happy to admit, knew what they were doing. With a quick stretch to relieve the pressure on his back, Koramm returned to work, taking the seeds of wheat from the sack on his side, poking a hole with one of his big fingers in the mounded pathways of dirt, and depositing the seed inside before gently covering it once again and moving a short ways down the line.
It took a few hours, but Koramm completed all the work in the fields that had been assigned to him for the day. With a smile, the tauren dusted himself off, removing as much of the dirt from his clothes as he could, before he made his way away from the fields and towards the nearby town. He was eager to see how the rest of the Dawnmenders had made out on their own duties.
“Hey you, tauren!”
Koramm turned as he heard the elf call out to him. The man stood next to a few others nearby, clearly the regular farmers of the fields from their attire. “Yes? How can I help you?” he said, as he approached the group.
“Oh no, there’s nothing to help with right now,” the elf replied, “just wanted to thank you, was all. We appreciate all the help that the Sunguard has sent to us, and you seemed to know what you were doing out there, maybe even enjoyed yourself a little.”
The tauren chuckled. “You’d be right there. I may be a healer by trade, but I am an herbalist at heart as well. I’ve harvested and tended to plants all my life, I have my own little garden back near the Dawnspire for a few experiments I have going on. I know the general basics, but I’ve never had to work like that at this scale. It’s a bit exhausting.”
“You’re telling us.” The elf smiled. “You get used to it the more you do it, but the first few months of farm work can be a real killer.” He extended his hand towards the tauren. “The name’s Renthor.”
Koramm took the hand and shook it firmly. “Koramm. Your fields really are fantastic. I mean, I know you elves tend to have good weather year round, but I didn’t smell much fertilizer out there. Do you rotate the crops?”
The elf nodded in approval. “Yeah. It’s not as large a harvest as when the fields are all planted with one crop, but it provides a more varied food supply, and keeps the soil self regenerating. There have been harvests where we’ve had to plant all one crop to make up for a particularly bad year, but the crops grown the next season always suffer for it.”
“We do the same back in Mulgore. Rotate the crops between the fields to keep the soil healthy.” Koramm paused, an idea striking him suddenly. He reached into one of the few remaining sacks on his waist and pulled out a small journal.
“Say, I’m having a bit of a problem with some experiments of mine. I was wondering if maybe I could get your input…”