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The morning sun illuminated the forest’s edge delicately, giving everything a soft golden glow. A slight wind blew through the leaves of the trees, whistling a gentle tune to the world. The air was crisp as it had not been warmed by the sun yet, but it was not chilly enough to freeze the bones of living creatures.

Acythe stood up, reaching their hands above their body as far as they would go, then let them fall to the sides slowly. Then they reached down, picking up their scythe. As they rose again they would pause, squinting into the distance. They could just barely see the rise of new constructions and the outer walls of the chamber from their position.

Away from the bustle of this grove. Perfect.

Acythe would slowly make their way from the tree to a small clearing near the center of the grove, then walk the plot. It was just large enough, the thought, to host a small shop and the usual assortment of healing and ritual plants. Acythe had always made the habit of saving seeds as much as possible, as one could never know what plants they might need at a moments’s notice. It would not take much energy at all to get the garden set up. What would end up taking up more time is constructing the shop.

They would need plenty of lumber to start, as well as a glass worker to provide sufficient glass for the project. Perhaps a mason would be able to help provide stony pathways outside the shop.

I may at least begin with my garden… Acythe kneeled to the ground and began tending to the soil.