Acha knelt in the soil of the field, working autonomously to plant this season"s crop. It was a beautiful day, the sun shone brightly and not a single cloud darkened the sky. The sound of the wind teased through the nearby trees, its slight chill telling tales of the passing seasons as its refreshing coolness relieved some of the labour"s heat. She knew this land well. She knew its moods, its temperament, and it had told her it was ready for the planting. Soon it would be time to harvest the other fields, they had thrived this year. She looked forward to her journey across the waters to present Albeth castle with their share of the harvest, fifty percent, which by royal decree was theirs.
Even after the final seeds were sown, she stayed within the field, listening to the soft tones of bir
