Farming Rodent

Trash quite honestly didn't really know where they were. Well, they knew they were in Pragan, but that was the extent of their knowledge as they wandered through an area incredibly unfamiliar to them. They'd clearly taken a wrong turn when heading through the orchard, but couldn't figure out exactly were that wrong turn had been, and so decided to turn their ordeal into an impromptu foraging session.

Finding what looked to be a small yet healthy seedling, they figured pulling it out shouldn't kill it, but just a couple attempts and they were reconsidering their approach as the plant stubbornly refused to leave the ground.

“Y’know stranger, you’ll split the stem right in half if you keep tuggin’ mah saplin’ like a newborn bloflonr’ with no tusks.”

Trash startled, letting go of the sapling and falling into the dirt upon hearing the voice. Sensing movement, they snapped their head to the side to see a gigantic cor with a fluffy coat that only made him look larger stepping out of the shade.

They were embarrassed to learn they'd wandered directly into someone's home, and tried to pull up one of his plants at that, but the cor didn't seem to be offended, and Trash was happy to take his offer, both because they did want to start a garden of their own and needed help, and to help the kind cor on the farm to make up for wandering into his space.

Trash found out that while they liked the process of planting and watering and generally taking care of plants, working long hours in the blazing sun was not their thing- Colt had let them borrow a straw hat he had laying around when Trash had started hissing at the sun. The two made pleasant conversation while working, with it turning out the both of them share many opinions about the upper class, and Trash finding out Colt plays the ukulele.

By the time Colt declared the day's work done, Trash was exhausted enough to simply roll over on the spot, not bothering to even turn their head towards the sound of Colt's good-natured laughter.

"Well, ah can see yer all tuckered out- mind if I carry ya ta somewhere with more shade?"

Trash let out a sound that hopefully sounded affirmative, at least being successful in getting the intent across as Colt hauled them onto his back to carry them off back to his abode, setting them down in a spot with nice shade from the trees, letting the significantly smaller cor rest as he headed off to gather the supplies he promised.