Fiora knelt, her fingers pressing into the surface of the soil whose texture she already knew well. Not too loose, not too hard.
She loosened the dirt with a slow twisting motion, then slid in the small stone tool Valeo had recently made for her.
The pointed stone would also be used by the tribe members during harvest later. Clarissa had instructed the male beastmen from the farming team to make them some time ago.
With one gentle pull, a clump of soil lifted, revealing intact earthnuts clustered together on the same root.
"Don't pull from the stem," Fiora said without turning around. Her voice was flat, like she was reciting something she had repeated countless times in her head.
"Earthnut roots are too fragile for soil that isn't fertile enough. They'll break apart if you don't harvest them properly."
The beastmen surrounding her watched with varied reactions.
