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>I... I want to try. But only at the end. Right now, your victory is our priority. If you lose, we'll never have a chance.
>If you can do so, but your survival is the priority. please don't worry about our account.
>Grey mother,
>while the mysteries of our origin and magic you can learn could well found the fulcrum upon which you move this world into a better one for you all,
>it will not fill your bellies nor shield you from coming cold.
You heed great words, Muni; it's fair. Now's not the time to dwell on the what-ifs and attempt to prioritize research and our survival above all else; maybe shortly, we can think about how we can combat our impeeding apocalypse or discover what you or your mother genuinely are.
A part of me feels a deep well of sadness. Your advice so far has been paramount, and it gives me hope that we'll be able to survive despite the odds, but I feel bad for not being able to repay the favour; you seemed so sad when your mother went away, and I feel like as a caretaker it's an obligation to reunite you with your mother, I do feel a bit guilty for her death, maybe if I didn't pick her up, she wouldn't have shattered.
One day, you'll be able to speak to her again.
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>Let's start out with some essential farming tips that I can explain to you right now.
>First up: farmable land. Most forms of dirt can be used as farmland, but the catch is that the nutrients in the dirt - inedible to most animals that straight-up try to eat dirt due to the indigestibles, bacteria, and parasites that make up most of it, but generally edible by plants. Once those nutrients dry up, it's equivalent to trying to force a baby to grow without giving them any food and forcing them to dig for it. If needs must, you can sacrifice excess or rotting food back to the soil with a process called 'composting' - put all your food waste and only your food waste in a bin, let it rot for a few days, then go nuts spreading it. We recommend you wash your hands and face at least three times afterwards. But your primary friends in restoring a land's vitality are earthworms and poo. >Remember how I said most animals can't eat dirt? The common earthworm can. For all the ugly stories about finding a worm in a piece of fruit, these little troopers make it possible to grow those fruits in the first place. And poo also has these nutrients when a species cannot digest a meal fully.
>Lastly, it's a pity you didn't hire that hive drone because beings like her are responsible for the final phase of growing most fruits: pollination. You take one flower, and you stuff it in the other flower's face to make it... well, it's reproduction for plants. But insectoids do it with more precision and dedication and are responsible for over 80% of pollination efforts everywhere, so I think we can agree that is pretty effective!
Oh and if I remember correctly humans have this addiction to bee spit. Everyone says it's the sugar. Good luck!
That... is a lot... did your mother used to be a farmer or instead, did your mother used to give advice and speak with farmers of the land? Either way, I'll relay that advice to Crocodile and the others working on the plot. For the others, I'll reinforce the need to hunt and scavenge as with everyone, including the little ones here; even if we ration it out to a meal a day, we'd be out in less than a week If we had known that everything would be a loss, we'd have planned to stock our caravan whole of 60% of a barony's food, either way, the advice will be paramount, and an outhouse or even a simple walled area with a ditch in the ground that can be easily accessed for the use of fertilizer will have to be a priority.
It's odd, though. Ever since I met you, I've not really needed to take a break in that way. Either way, it's been helpful, so thanks for that.
Oh, I didn't know that! Well, I'm not really that knowledgeable regarding farming; even though I'm what most upper nobles wouldn't call a Nobel, my father was wealthy enough to host an estate which housed a farm; he didn't need to work on it as he was a renowned Smoke Speaker and herbalist so he saw it as beneath him, and he taught me about politics, accounting, and a lot about herbology and medical practices, He also tried to teach me theology, but his teachings about the Coal dragon was what I'd say, Misinformed regarding the truth of blood mother.
But because I spent most of my days in my chamber, I never really got to see what the many workers outside did or how they did it. And anyway, Father exported wine, which doesn't help fix a hole in your stomach.
As advisors, you may have advised Kings, Charltan's Theivs, Princes, Doctors, Soldiers and the like. You may consider me and my father to be nobels since we were reasonably well off and owned lands, such as my father's church and our estate. But we weren't any barons; Crocodile's House was our baron who owned the region for other reasons, which I won't state further.
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