Saule Saule gently noses her seedlings.
Ah, the second pair of mature leaves are big enough now. TIme to plant! She thinks, an earnestly happy smile crossing her face. Saule almost dances across the darkened, fallow dirt of her underground farm. Reaching the corner, she finds what she was looking for, a roughly made rope, that hangs down from a hole in the celling. She grabs it with her teeth and pulls hard, far above, a faint scraping can be heard as she draws the blinds back from the sun tunnels to bring light to her farm. The sun tunnel's lenses collect light from the roof of the building, far above her basement, then send it streaming down mirrored tubes to pool the warm afternoon light on the ground.
Ah, there, that's better. She thinks and pads her way back to the other end of the plowed patch. Saule begins to dig holes, her strong little claws making quick work of the loamy soil. She digs twenty-four holes, one for each plant, every one exactly the same distance apart. When she is finished, she picks up a pack and slings it over her shoulder. Inside the pack is her own special mixture of fertilizer, the ingredients meticulously gleaned from the garbage of those who can afford to through things away. Saule carefully pours a tiny bit of the precious material into each hole then goes back to her seedlings.
She gently picks up the tray from under the sprout lights and sets it on her sled, then tugs it over to the furrow she just made. Ever so carefully she scoops up each plant and places it in the hole, then pushes the dirt over with her nose. Finally, she packs the earth down tight around the plant with her front paws. After the last plant is placed, she steps back to admire her work.
There, last one. These tomatoes will really be a nice addition when they are ready. She thinks, then shakes the dirt out of her grey and tan fur, bringing a tiny chiming sound from her amulet.
Walking over to the close wall, she reaches down and turns a knob with her paws. The sound of running water can be heard, and in a few moments, water from the rain barrels on the roof begins to run down the furrows of her little farm. She watches carefully for a few moments then turns off the water again, making sure they young plants have just enough.
Humming to herself, Saule trots towards the stairs that will take her back up to the surface. She clicks of the electric light that used to warm the seedlings and then starts up the stairs, her nails rapping softly on the stone. As she approaches the top, she can hear voices coming from the other side of the wall. She pauses there, listening carefully. Tense, she must identify who is there before opening the hidden panel that hides her farm from the outside world. When she hears stark ask about her, she lets out a sigh of relief.
Oh good, it's just stark. She must be back. She thinks, smiling to herself. Saule then steps on the panel and brings the false wall swinging out. She then passes through and stands blinking in the dim light while the panel quietly closes behind her.
And you're accepted Soriams!))
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