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abraxaslogs2023-05-23 11:11 pm
northerndragon) wrote in abraxaslogs2023-05-23 11:11 pm
Noblesse Oblige (Closed)
Who: Jon Snow, Mat Cauthon, Alicent Hightower
When: Probably more often than they should
Where: Nott and surrounding territories
What: Help or Hinder Quest
Warnings: There are no vegetable mistakes, just vegetable happy accidents.
These lands have suffered, but the people have done what they could with them. It seems right to try to aid them with magic when they have toiled so hard.
This farm is not so poor as some of the others; nor is it the most rich or fertile they've seen. That makes it like enough to a Northern farm, Jon thinks. The crofter's name is Giles Bacon, and he has a few different crops. When asked how long his people have been on this land, he shrugs, then allows, "Long years."
Bacon does not seem inclined to idle chatter, but at least he doesn't seem to bear them any enmity: more curiosity about the foreigners than hate or fear. He stands back at a distance and watches them as they set to their work. Might be that he wants to see what they can do; might be that he wants to stop them if he thinks they are bringing disaster.
"I'll do the pumpkins, unless one of you would rather I did the potatoes or carrots or melons," Jon says to his friends. With a shake of his head, he adds, "Wish we had spells like this in the North. The lands are poor -- people can't eat mountain stones in winter."
When: Probably more often than they should
Where: Nott and surrounding territories
What: Help or Hinder Quest
Warnings: There are no vegetable mistakes, just vegetable happy accidents.
These lands have suffered, but the people have done what they could with them. It seems right to try to aid them with magic when they have toiled so hard.
This farm is not so poor as some of the others; nor is it the most rich or fertile they've seen. That makes it like enough to a Northern farm, Jon thinks. The crofter's name is Giles Bacon, and he has a few different crops. When asked how long his people have been on this land, he shrugs, then allows, "Long years."
Bacon does not seem inclined to idle chatter, but at least he doesn't seem to bear them any enmity: more curiosity about the foreigners than hate or fear. He stands back at a distance and watches them as they set to their work. Might be that he wants to see what they can do; might be that he wants to stop them if he thinks they are bringing disaster.
"I'll do the pumpkins, unless one of you would rather I did the potatoes or carrots or melons," Jon says to his friends. With a shake of his head, he adds, "Wish we had spells like this in the North. The lands are poor -- people can't eat mountain stones in winter."
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This time, it's as big as before, but not twisted: orange as vibrant as it should be, but not so bright that anyone might hesitate to eat it, and there is something luscious about it.
"This'll do," the farmer says, relief and a sort of pleased approval mingling in his voice.
Jon smiles when he sees the carrot, also feeling relieved, in his way. He turns the smile to Alicent. "A job well done." He then adds, "You still coming to Nott tomorrow?"
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"And I, at least, am not the formal ceremony sort." Particularly when it wasn't even his own people's formal ceremony. He offers Bacon a grin, though. "But I shall toast the fruitfulness of your fields from whatever tavern I find myself in."
Light knows plenty of folks are depending on the harvest.