Peaceful Farming (24)

The next day began with a crisp, golden sunrise that bathed the snow-covered farm in warm light, sparkling like diamonds across the fields. Over breakfast, Elara brought up the fences surrounding the pastures. "Last night's windstorm might've caused more damage than we realized," she said, a hint of worry in her voice. "A weak fence invites trouble—both for the livestock and from what might wander in."

Arpious nodded in understanding. She had learned that small vulnerabilities could grow into larger problems if left unaddressed. "Let's not waste time," she said, already gathering her thick gloves and scarf.

Bundled against the biting chill, the trio set out with tools and supplies—hammers, nails, replacement rails, and a post-hole digger. They started at the western edge of the pasture, where the fence bordered a small grove of trees.