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Post by Dracon Weiß on Apr 12, 2021 5:08:13 GMT
CURRENT CROPS ----  Turnip (B Grade) X6 ---- planted: Spring 1st ---- harvestable: Spring 3rd ----  Cabbage (B Grade) X12 ---- planted: Spring 1st ---- harvestable: Spring 6th LOG SPRING 1STThe farm comes with 6 plots already tilled. Desdemona tilled 6 Plots with Copper Hoe. Dracon tilled 6 Plots with Copper Hoe. Desdemona planted 1 bag of Turnip Seeds (6 squares). Desdemona planted 1 bag of Cabbage Seeds (6 squares). Dracon planted 1 bag of Cabbage Seeds (6 squares). |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2021 5:08:31 GMT
The clattering of scattered sticks could be heard on the compact gravel pathway as Desdemona dropped them. She then crouched down and gathered them into a neater pile. Nothing was to be wasted and the sticks that had fallen from trees and scattered around their land could be used as firewood. A huff left her as she rose and brushed off her skirts before looking up towards the burning sun. Silently she reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of suntan lotion and walked over to her brother who was currently raking away leaves from previous autumns. A click of the lid signaled his attention and then carefully she put some on her finger tip and began applying it to his face. HOVER FOR DESCRIPTION, CLICK FOR LARGER IMAGE OOC SPOILERI lost this whole post and had to do it ALL again, ugh. |
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Post by Dracon Weiß on Apr 12, 2021 17:30:47 GMT
[attr="class","draconimg"] ♛ Spring 1st
{ Afternoon, Sunny} Rose Court Farmland. As Dracon raked the wet, rotted, leaves of last autumn he pondered whether he and his sister should think of a new name for the land. Rose Quart came from a pair of grandparents who had never accepted them and whom they had never once visited. After raking the leaves into a compost pile, Dracon straightened to his full height and applied a hand at his back, stretching in a subtle manner. His sister ventured over with an opened bottle of suntan lotion, to which she immediately reached forward and applied to his face. “Desdemona.” His gaze was hooded and his frown ever prominent. However, he was not chastising her for her care. Some of the things she cared about eluded him, but he merely attributed it to the fact that she had been born female rather than male. While they may have been the same person, there were differences between them. “Shall we rename the farm?”@desdemona ♥ [googlefont="Playfair Display"][newclass=".draconimg img"]object-fit: cover;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2021 0:48:35 GMT
Icy eyes paused looking to his when he spoke her name, but then she went back to work, ensuring that he didn't burn under the sun. "Shall we rename the farm?" He asked just as she pocketed the bottle back into her skirt. But she didn't hesitate. "Yes, that would be best." She told him and brought an arm up to her forehead to use the cloth of her clothes to wipe sweat from her brow. "Have you any names in mind?" She asked and moved to the six patch plot of land to put down the turnip seeds. One by one they went into the soil. 1 Bag of Turnip Seeds Planted!
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Post by Dracon Weiß on Apr 14, 2021 1:38:32 GMT
[attr="class","draconimg"] ♛ Spring 1st
{ Afternoon, Sunny} Dracon mutely observed his sister as she sowed a sack of the turnip seeds they had purchased. Idly, his mind roamed over possible names that may have stood out to him. Both he and his sister preferred darker and more muted tones of coloring. She partook in the craft of sewing while he enjoyed pastimes that required cognitive thoughtfulness. A glance over the farmland in the Spring afternoon, with the glistening lake in the distance and large oak tree, didn’t necessarily bring any thoughts to mind. A soft hum reverberated against his throat as he continued to wrack his brain for an appropriate word to define and encompass their existence. It took him quite a handful of minutes. In fact, as he thought, he tilled six new spaces of land for their farming. Eventually, just as he finished an idea dawned on him, drawing him out of his inner thoughts. “Saorsa is ancient Gaelic for attaining freedom.”@desdemona Dracon used his Copper Hoe to plow 6 plots of farm. He has 0 uses left and has gained 6 exp points with his Copper Hoe. [googlefont="Playfair Display"][newclass=".draconimg img"]object-fit: cover;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2021 0:08:31 GMT
Desdemona finished her planting rather quickly and moved to grab her hoe to help her brother along. It was a great deal of work, but she was not one to complain. She was sweating a lot though because her body wasn't used to his much work. She admired her brother for his stamina as he thought heavily on some names and worked the land. In the end she got halfway done before he was complete and giving them a new name for their home. It made her feel a stir of something, excitement, happiness, it was always so difficult to say. "It is a wonderful name, Bruder." Desdemona revealed her approval through words rather than expression. "Saorsa Fields," she mused with a hum of her own before glancing to Dracon. "What do you think?" She asked tilting her head whilst leaning on the hoe, but then the soil gave way causing it to sink deeper and nearly topple her over. 6 Plots of land hoed, no more stamina for hoeing remaining! 6exp gained!
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Post by Dracon Weiß on Apr 15, 2021 22:59:00 GMT
[attr="class","draconimg"] ♛ Spring 1st
{ Afternoon, Sunny} Desdemona finished the name of the home by adding fields; Saorsa Fields. Dracon gave a nod of his head, indicating that he approved. His gaze moved away from his sister, whom stumbled clumsily against the hoe she had leaned against, to roam the expanse around them once again, but he found there was never really anything present inside of him. It was instead hollow and lacking, like an eternal void. Eventually he turned his attention to the fields they had plowed. He spread the seeds from the cabbage sack over another six plots. “We should plant the other cabbage sack.” He decided, motioning toward Desdemona, who harbored the bag of seeds. “We should plant the remaining seeds tomorrow and… perhaps purchase more seeds.”He paused for a short moment, his expression unmoving but his mind wandering. “Do you want animals on the farm?”@desdemona Dracon planted the seeds from the Cabbage Seed Bag, filling up 6 more tilled spots. [googlefont="Playfair Display"][newclass=".draconimg img"]object-fit: cover;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2021 2:58:31 GMT
Dracon's icy eyes roamed the land as she raised the hoe and plowed it downwards. He never questioned her strength or tried to guard her like other boys. Instead he let her do whatever she wanted and if she hurt herself in the process well then he was simply there not to scold her but bandage her up. A huff left her as she raised another arm to her brow, wiping away yet more sweat as she looked to the work that was done. "We should plant the other cabbage sack." Dracon spoke up, gesturing to the bag of six seeds she had near her before speaking of obtaining more supplies. "We shall," she replied and began planting the remaining seeds, those went much faster than plowing with the hoe. Desdemona straightened when he asked if she wanted animals on the farm and there was a stir of interested inside of her. Though she did not showcase it right away, instead she stared with a blank face towards her bruder. "A chicken perhaps...to see if it something we want long term," She suggested smartly. "And then a sheep." She finished, and without anymore context it seemed like a rather misplaced statement. 1 bag of cabbage seeds planted!
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