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◆Mnemosyne wrote:username + id no: Mnemosyne & 249050
name: Mallory
gender: male
prompt: A dusty wind blows across your face as you shield yourself from the blindingly bright sun. Sweat has already begun dripping down your back. You're in the desert. Who even convinced you to come out to this desolate wasteland?
A bouncing green Kalon bounds up to you. Ah, yes. This is who. "Welcome, welcome! I'm so glad you made it. How was the trip? Did you enjoy the scenery?"
You bite back a retort of "what scenery" - as soon as you left the city, there was nothing but empty plains and dead grass swaying in the wind - for miles... and miles... and miles...
The Kalon doesn't wait for an answer, instead prattling on without a thought. "I'm Mallory, it's so nice to meet you! Anyways, I'm sure you're very curious about my growing operation!" You nod. "That's great, I'll give you the grand tour!"
You follow Mallory as he babbles on, pointing out local "landmarks". A rock vaguely shaped like a potato (aren't all rocks potato-shaped?), a dead, splintered tree that'd been struck by lightning, the scrubby grass that you're walking over. His enthusiasm is endless, if a bit exhausting, but it still feels like coming upon an oasis in the middle of the desert.
And when you come to his "operation", the oasis metaphor feels a lot more apt. Next to a rickety wooden house are few seemingly endless fields of green and a couple of huge greenhouses. Mallory grins at your shell-shocked expression.
"Everyone looks like that at first! But I have to make sure to produce enough, well, produce to feed the nearby village. And myself, of course. And trust me when I say that my fruits and veggies are the best," he says with a wink.
You voice your skepticism that anything grown in the middle of the desert would be particularly... tasty. But Mallory pulls you over to the first of his fields, and you can't help but stare at the sights in front of you. Corn, tall and healthy, swaying in the wind, ears just beginning to ripen. Watermelon vines like a lumpy green carpet, melons scattered here and there like gigantic marbles. It's a veritable farmer's paradise out here, and in the most unlikely of places.
"How do you do it?" you ask, and Mallory waggles his eyebrows mischievously.
"Well, lots of love and tender care, and a little bit of..." he wiggles his fingers, and the plants all sway towards him in unison. "Magic."
Ahh, a plant mage. That would explain a lot of things. As you follow Mallory around his farm and take in the sights, you find yourself enchanted by just how excited he is. By the end of the tour you're gorging yourself on some gorgeously delicious out-of-season strawberries, sitting side by side with Mallory and gazing over his fields.
"So do you get it?" he asks, and you nod. Out here in the hot wind, the leaves whispering around you like friends, you do get it.
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