[PRP] Gardening 101 (Faramir x Sekhmet)

[SilverLutz]

Sekhmet lifted her head from the pile of plants she was currently working with, blowing upwards to get her tuft of fur out of her eyes. She had just uprooted a decent section of seedlings that would grow into grass for the herds in North Farthing and had placed them into tough, woven bags that a few of the craftier Hobbits had fashioned for the Farmers to carry their loads comfortably over their backs. She would take a few trips to bring all of the seedlings to their new home but it would be worth it.

A voice startled her and she looked up sharply before relaxing. "Hello, Faramir," she said, letting out a little breath of relief. "Funny seeing you here. I was just about to head out to North Farthing with these seedlings." Normally the Master Farmer could be found out among the herds and the other Herders, but even the Masters of their craft had days off. Today seemed to be his.

"It's coming along well," she added to answer his question, looking out at the area she had been tending. Aside from the grass seedlings there was strong, sturdy wheat growing not far off for Brew and off to the side were different types of bushes that produced seeds to plant out in North Farthing as well.

AstoriaFallen

 

[SilverLutz]

The lioness gave a little giggle as Faramir offered to help. Sekhmet knew the lion had a reputation of being lazy so to have him offer his assistance was a bit funny to her. She wouldn't say no, though, since she had quite a few seedlings that needed to be transported. Two lions would make it so that she didn't need to make two trips.

"I'd love the help," she said with a little nod, still grinning. "I'm just a little surprised that it's you offering to do so. Isn't it your nap time?" Her teasing was light and she didn't mean to embarrass or upset him by it, just a bit of good-natured ribbing.

"Here, if you slide your head under these bags they'll settle on your back once you stand up," she said, motioning to a set of satchels that were filled with seedlings. "I'll take the other and we can get the work of a whole day done in just a little bit!"

AstoriaFallen

 

[SilverLutz]

Sekhmet gave a light, airy laugh at Faramir's theatrics before wiggling under her own saddle bags, shifting a little to make sure they settled on her back comfortably. It really would be helpful for the male to help her out as it would reduce the trips she'd have to take: North Farthing wasn't too far in terms of reaching the border, but the Farthing was the largest and it was a good hour's walk to where the seedlings needed to be planted.

"North Farthing," she said cheerfully as she set out down the path that led from East Farthing back towards the center of the pride. "Really, thank you for the help. You're turning an entire day's work into just a few hours. It'll free up a bunch of time for me to get back here and plant more rather than saving it for tomorrow."

AstoriaFallen

 

[SilverLutz]

"You do work of a different kind," Sekhmet said with fond laugh. The political and popular position of Clan Chief was not one that interested her. There was too much talking and socializing for her. The tan lioness much preferred being able to work with her paws and see the proof of her hard work in the form of the little seedlings they were now hauling along the road, leaving the fertile farmland behind.

"Oh no, that's quite all right. It's part of the job," she said with a little nod. "Although I could probably speak to someone who is skilled in crafting and see if they could make me a little sled I could pull. Then I could carry more than these sacks, maybe make one trip all on my own."

AstoriaFallen

 

[SilverLutz]

"Great! I know someone made some a while ago, some of the other Farmers have them, but they're pretty old," Sekhmet said, sighing quietly. It was also the older Farmers that used them, leading her to believe the one who made them might have passed on some time before she joined. Surely there was some sort of crafter who could examine the current sleds and make - or even improve! - them.

"Well, these are savanna grass seedlings," she said as they walked. She went into an in-depth discussion on the best way to grow them, now she makes sure to give each a little extra space in the growing process so the roots spread out more to create a stronger base when relocated, and she talked the right out of East Farthing and down the road to the North and the future home of the small plants on their backs.

FIN