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detective_shirogane ([personal profile] detective_shirogane) wrote in [community profile] grotto_logs2013-05-01 01:37 am
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Harvesting the Turnips

Who: Naoto Shirogane, Fuuka Yamagishi
When: Spring 8th.
Where:  Mountain Farm
What: The turnips are ready to be harvested! Naoto's doing her part and maybe a bit more, with help.
Rating: PG


She did not entirely approve of Kanji going to the forest- after all, someone from the village had warned about there being a wolf problem currently. But she wasn't sure if her concern was fully about Kanji, or the wolves once he got through with them. Perhaps it was a bit of both.

But still, she was reassured to note several people were going together in groups into the woods, and he'd already gotten ahold of a folding chair, one of his frequent weapons. Though that left her with little to do; she didn't have a gun here, after all, and without her Persona she was unfortunately useless in a fight.  It was all rather disconcerting.

Perhaps all was not lost, however; Kanji had asked her to harvest the turnips that were now ready to be pulled from the earth, and the day was pleasant enough to do so. She stood next to the small field, looking over the it with a basket to her side. Pulling up her sleeves and kneeling down, she got to work.

"Hmm..."

...Slowly and carefully. It wouldn't do to ruin the crops, after all.
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[personal profile] cookingmechanic 2013-05-08 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuuka smiled at Naoto's reassurance. She wasn't sure if she really was handling it well, but at least she looked like it. A broader smile appeared when he accepted her help. Hurrying to his side, Fuuka knelt beside the next turnip.

"Side by side is fine," she said cheerfully, wrapping her hands around the top of the turnip. "This way we can talk!" Tugging, she was surprised at the resistance. Shifting, she braced herself and tugged harder, feeling it give way. Fearful of ripping it, she relaxed, then tried again, wiggling it side to side.

"Speaking of the Harvest Goddess," she said, letting out a small grunt, "Do you think she's a...good goddess?" It might have been too deep a question to ask a stranger, but the thought had been bothering her ever since she learned about the goddess. How could a benevolent being do what she did?