Peaceful Farming (40)

Elara placed a hand on the nearest vine, letting her magic sink into the leaves, reinforcing the warmth spell just a little more. "It's holding," she murmured.

Arpious nodded, giving the beams one last testing push before stepping back. "For now."

The work was never truly done. But for the moment, the greenhouse—this small, defiant patch of life—would stand another day.

The wind had only worsened as the day stretched on, turning the falling snow into a swirling, blinding force. The paths they had cleared that morning were already vanishing beneath fresh drifts, but there was no time to clear them again. The fences took priority now. If they failed, the livestock would have no barrier against the storm once it finally passed.