Peaceful Farming (18)

Arpious led the effort, starting with a thorough inspection of the shed's exterior. She ran her hand along the rough wood, her sharp eyes catching every loose plank and vulnerable seam. With a hammer and nails in hand, she began reinforcing the walls, her strikes rhythmic and sure. Where gaps allowed cold drafts to seep in, she applied thick tar, spreading it carefully to seal out moisture and protect the grain inside.

Inside the shed, Elara worked her magic—literally. Standing amidst the rows of grain sacks, she murmured a spell under her breath, her hands glowing with a soft, golden light. The energy spread outward in shimmering waves, weaving an invisible barrier around the stored grain. "This ward will keep it fresh and safe from pests," she explained, her tone both practical and reassuring.