Baogonia stepped up and away from the plot to survey her work, wiping the sweat from her brow (and leaving a smudge of dirt in its place). Satisfied with her progress, she stretched against the ache in her muscles from leaning over the ground. There was plenty of hard work left to do before the conservatory would bloom like the fields of the valley, but seeing the buds of new flowers peek out of the soil filled her with the drive to push on. Her empty stomach however, had the oppos...
