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- they or she
Progress is driven by many things – often some combination of ambition, curiosity and necessity. Sometimes it is helped along by compassion, too.
Frontier Town was founded to be a gateway town, well-situated to receive migrants and prospectors from the east, agricultural produce from the south, and raw industrial material from the north. It had some arable land and straddled the Silver River, but it supplied only very little of its own food. At least, until the Empirical Orchards were founded.
Formerly a tract of land used as private gardens in the affluent part of town, this soil was now under lease by one Prof. Greenbough, a Dolliv, for use in scientific enquiry into the care and breeding of food crops, developing new horticultural advancements, and investigation of the uncanny seeds and berries produced by local mystery dungeons.
The plot was divided into a small actual orchard for which the project was named, rows of climate-controlled greenhouses packed with uncanny berries, open-air raised beds harbouring local plants, and a modest array of allotments, in use by select locals. Spare produce was carefully packaged for sale to the town's general stores to help pay down the upkeep. A fair portion of the meals at Traveller's Haus were padded by produce from the Orchards.
The Orchards had a practical, working garden aesthetic: neat rows of plants, well-maintained paths, and a series of small irrigation and shade structures dotted its soil. Assistants could sometimes be seen tending to the plants, taking notes, or discussing their findings with Prof. Greenbough. Some were here not as gardeners, but as weather specialists, volunteering a little of their time to help with climate control.
The professor herself was a waifish figure, physically. Her leaves often had a yellowish tint to them, and she wore a wide-brimmed straw hat the keep the Soja' sun off her epidermis. Even wilting in the heat, she seemingly continued her work at all hours, smiling faintly to herself. Even as she worked, she paid enough mind to greet and fare well any visitors to her budding Eden.
Frontier Town was founded to be a gateway town, well-situated to receive migrants and prospectors from the east, agricultural produce from the south, and raw industrial material from the north. It had some arable land and straddled the Silver River, but it supplied only very little of its own food. At least, until the Empirical Orchards were founded.
Formerly a tract of land used as private gardens in the affluent part of town, this soil was now under lease by one Prof. Greenbough, a Dolliv, for use in scientific enquiry into the care and breeding of food crops, developing new horticultural advancements, and investigation of the uncanny seeds and berries produced by local mystery dungeons.
The plot was divided into a small actual orchard for which the project was named, rows of climate-controlled greenhouses packed with uncanny berries, open-air raised beds harbouring local plants, and a modest array of allotments, in use by select locals. Spare produce was carefully packaged for sale to the town's general stores to help pay down the upkeep. A fair portion of the meals at Traveller's Haus were padded by produce from the Orchards.
The Orchards had a practical, working garden aesthetic: neat rows of plants, well-maintained paths, and a series of small irrigation and shade structures dotted its soil. Assistants could sometimes be seen tending to the plants, taking notes, or discussing their findings with Prof. Greenbough. Some were here not as gardeners, but as weather specialists, volunteering a little of their time to help with climate control.
The professor herself was a waifish figure, physically. Her leaves often had a yellowish tint to them, and she wore a wide-brimmed straw hat the keep the Soja' sun off her epidermis. Even wilting in the heat, she seemingly continued her work at all hours, smiling faintly to herself. Even as she worked, she paid enough mind to greet and fare well any visitors to her budding Eden.
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