Timestamp: 20th of Autumn 519
The nature of Wa'djinnabi's work meant that he spent many long days working among the fields of crops. And the 10th of Autumn was no different. There were many chores to be done and he was not the only one to do them. But even with the volunteers working under Dawson's guidance, the hours were long and they were fairly understaffed for everything that needed to get done. They did get time off, naturally, but they were often rare and far between. With the routine Djinn had, he woke with the sun without being prompted, his body dictating through some arcane means that the sun was about to crest the ocean horizon. Wiping gunk from his eyes he yawned and made his way to the main pavilion for his meal. Somehow the cooks were already awake and in full swing of passing out plates of hearty food. Eggs fresh from the chickens and salted meat. He was grateful for the food but he missed the spicy food of his homeland. These humans never had the proper seasoning and it made their food bland. He sighed but munched the simple meal. At least he had food and it was being provided by the meraki.
Afterwards he made his way to the fields, sleepily adjusting his work clothes. He did not have much to wear and did not currently have the funds to get more. Soon though, after the season ended he hoped to have made enough on his wages to get something nice. He waved to Dawson and set to work. Today was weeding and watching for pests among the corn and other vegetables. They would need to fertilize the crops at some point, but luckily today was not that day. He looked up at the sky and squinted at some clouds coming from the east. It seemed it might rain soon, hopefully. Rain was a holy thing in his land, and so Djinn loved the rain, but that was not the reason why he hoped for rain this time around. It had been awhile since the last rain, and they had resorted to watering the crops by hand. Many buckets of stream water and the usage of the the irrigation channels he had mistakenly made had got them through the dry patch, but rain was the main way they watered their crops.
Djinn squatted down to grab some weeds and used a trowel from one of the herbalist kits the meraki had to extract the plant. According to Dawson the plants they considered weeds usually had thick roots that needed to be pulled from the ground or else it would just grow back. He set the plant in his basket and moved on down the row, his knees popping as he stood. They would take the weeds and compost it, but for now they simply had to be pulled from the more domesticated plants' growing area.
Djinn reflected that with the harvest coming up and the work over the summer, he had not had a lot of time to do alchemy. He stooped to grab another weed that was poking a few leaves from the loamy soil. He resolved that in the winter he ought to do some more experiments, maybe produce something useful for Kelski to use. That was the thing about alchemy, much of it was very high concept work and had little practical value. Sure, he could make iron that had a low melting point and be liquid at room temperature, but what then? Is there any use to that? It wouldn't stop it from rusting and eventually it would revert to normal iron. He stored the newly germinated weed in his basket and moved on.
Ah, one of the cornstalks looked a bit stunted, perhaps it was the water? Not enough or too much, though he guessed the former. Djinn closed his eyes and lightly gripped the sturdy plant, he willed the plant to grow and a tingling in his neck spread down his shoulders and through his arms. The plant slowly began to push out new leaves as it grew to match it's fellows, responding to Bala's caress. If he wanted to, he could make the plant start fruiting corn right now and then ripen before his eyes. He had even done so when the cooks requested a specific crop, vegetable or herb. He supposed from their perspective, it was handy being able to ripen things to perfection on command. He would rather use his limited daily usage of the gift to help in situations like this, where a plant was struggling and only needed a little guidance to grow and flourish. And besides, ripening a crop made for more work for him, and he certainly did not need any more of that with the shortage of manpower.
WC: 804
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The nature of Wa'djinnabi's work meant that he spent many long days working among the fields of crops. And the 10th of Autumn was no different. There were many chores to be done and he was not the only one to do them. But even with the volunteers working under Dawson's guidance, the hours were long and they were fairly understaffed for everything that needed to get done. They did get time off, naturally, but they were often rare and far between. With the routine Djinn had, he woke with the sun without being prompted, his body dictating through some arcane means that the sun was about to crest the ocean horizon. Wiping gunk from his eyes he yawned and made his way to the main pavilion for his meal. Somehow the cooks were already awake and in full swing of passing out plates of hearty food. Eggs fresh from the chickens and salted meat. He was grateful for the food but he missed the spicy food of his homeland. These humans never had the proper seasoning and it made their food bland. He sighed but munched the simple meal. At least he had food and it was being provided by the meraki.
Afterwards he made his way to the fields, sleepily adjusting his work clothes. He did not have much to wear and did not currently have the funds to get more. Soon though, after the season ended he hoped to have made enough on his wages to get something nice. He waved to Dawson and set to work. Today was weeding and watching for pests among the corn and other vegetables. They would need to fertilize the crops at some point, but luckily today was not that day. He looked up at the sky and squinted at some clouds coming from the east. It seemed it might rain soon, hopefully. Rain was a holy thing in his land, and so Djinn loved the rain, but that was not the reason why he hoped for rain this time around. It had been awhile since the last rain, and they had resorted to watering the crops by hand. Many buckets of stream water and the usage of the the irrigation channels he had mistakenly made had got them through the dry patch, but rain was the main way they watered their crops.
Djinn squatted down to grab some weeds and used a trowel from one of the herbalist kits the meraki had to extract the plant. According to Dawson the plants they considered weeds usually had thick roots that needed to be pulled from the ground or else it would just grow back. He set the plant in his basket and moved on down the row, his knees popping as he stood. They would take the weeds and compost it, but for now they simply had to be pulled from the more domesticated plants' growing area.
Djinn reflected that with the harvest coming up and the work over the summer, he had not had a lot of time to do alchemy. He stooped to grab another weed that was poking a few leaves from the loamy soil. He resolved that in the winter he ought to do some more experiments, maybe produce something useful for Kelski to use. That was the thing about alchemy, much of it was very high concept work and had little practical value. Sure, he could make iron that had a low melting point and be liquid at room temperature, but what then? Is there any use to that? It wouldn't stop it from rusting and eventually it would revert to normal iron. He stored the newly germinated weed in his basket and moved on.
Ah, one of the cornstalks looked a bit stunted, perhaps it was the water? Not enough or too much, though he guessed the former. Djinn closed his eyes and lightly gripped the sturdy plant, he willed the plant to grow and a tingling in his neck spread down his shoulders and through his arms. The plant slowly began to push out new leaves as it grew to match it's fellows, responding to Bala's caress. If he wanted to, he could make the plant start fruiting corn right now and then ripen before his eyes. He had even done so when the cooks requested a specific crop, vegetable or herb. He supposed from their perspective, it was handy being able to ripen things to perfection on command. He would rather use his limited daily usage of the gift to help in situations like this, where a plant was struggling and only needed a little guidance to grow and flourish. And besides, ripening a crop made for more work for him, and he certainly did not need any more of that with the shortage of manpower.
WC: 804
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Their words
