Peaceful Farming (37)

Elara smiled, exhaustion softening her face. "It is. And as long as we protect it, it will keep growing."

Arpious exhaled, straightening. The storm was still howling outside, and there was still more work to be done. But for now, the greenhouse would stand. Another battle won.

She turned toward the door, already thinking of the next task. "Come on. The fences will be buried again by now."

And with that, they stepped back out into the storm, ready to face whatever winter had left for them.

By midday, the wind had grown stronger, whipping across the farm with a fierce determination, as if winter itself was trying to drive them back inside. Each gust sent sharp flakes stinging against their skin, and the thick snowfall made it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead. But stopping wasn't an option. If the fences gave out, the livestock would be at the mercy of the storm, and that was a risk none of them were willing to take.