Rosinante stands with hands on his hips, looking over the field in the meager golden light. They have an hour or two of it before it slips under again, but every day the light grows a fraction brighter and lingers a few seconds longer. Hope, rendered visible.
"The only farming I've ever known is helping feed some animals," he explains. "But it can't be too hard to figure out plants first, right? Do you have seeds?"
4 | feel free to ignore this if it's a million years too late lmao
Rosinante stands with hands on his hips, looking over the field in the meager golden light. They have an hour or two of it before it slips under again, but every day the light grows a fraction brighter and lingers a few seconds longer. Hope, rendered visible.
"The only farming I've ever known is helping feed some animals," he explains. "But it can't be too hard to figure out plants first, right? Do you have seeds?"