This was the first time the Winter Goddess had come to Lavantir Port City, and she was glad to be here, at least, for the moment. A place such as this, wherein nobody really cared about the name of her guild or where she was from, was a really great breath of fresh air when compared to other places in Fiore, places in which she had to hide her affiliations, or risk playing a game of cat-and-mouse with the law enforcement pooches. Of course, people stared at her, but Beira knew it wasn't because they recognized her guild mark, or any such thing. That kind of staring, she was very fine with.
In any event, the Utgardian maiden had not come to Lavantir to sight-see or go on boat trips or any other trivial matter. She had come because she had received an invitation (to the general public actually) to participate in one of those strange but interesting Fiorean festivals. This one involved actually doing a bit of farming. Beira's knowledge of agriculture wasn't very extensive, and as a matter of fact, the plants she had been more familiar with were nothing suited to Fiore's warmer climes. Still, she would probably learn something new, and hopefully have fun doing it.
Following the directions on the flyer which had led her to this place, Beira soon found the site of her agricultural adventure: a large pumpkin farm which was on the outskirts of the city. Interestingly, the place seemed deserted, but Beira was sure that she could just go ahead with the whole pumpkin harvesting thing and get the fruits she had harvested to the organizers of the weird mission. If she was accosted, she had the proper documentations proving that she was authorized to engage in harvesting here. The issue was harvesting these large orange fruits. Beira had never seen a pumpkin before, so she just decided to spend a bit of time studying the plant's characteristics. The day was still young, she still had a bit of time....
WC: 340 words
In any event, the Utgardian maiden had not come to Lavantir to sight-see or go on boat trips or any other trivial matter. She had come because she had received an invitation (to the general public actually) to participate in one of those strange but interesting Fiorean festivals. This one involved actually doing a bit of farming. Beira's knowledge of agriculture wasn't very extensive, and as a matter of fact, the plants she had been more familiar with were nothing suited to Fiore's warmer climes. Still, she would probably learn something new, and hopefully have fun doing it.
Following the directions on the flyer which had led her to this place, Beira soon found the site of her agricultural adventure: a large pumpkin farm which was on the outskirts of the city. Interestingly, the place seemed deserted, but Beira was sure that she could just go ahead with the whole pumpkin harvesting thing and get the fruits she had harvested to the organizers of the weird mission. If she was accosted, she had the proper documentations proving that she was authorized to engage in harvesting here. The issue was harvesting these large orange fruits. Beira had never seen a pumpkin before, so she just decided to spend a bit of time studying the plant's characteristics. The day was still young, she still had a bit of time....
WC: 340 words