Chapter 105

A few weeks passed. My skin healed to a patchwork of silver scars that varied between circles and lines. I was told they'd eventually turn silver with time by a, for once, sympathetic Dr. Mustache. Though I missed my perfect skin, I couldn't find much reason to get too hung up over it. I would have had stretch marks one day anyway, right?

More importantly, my wounds nearly made me miss planting season. Thankfully, I managed to get to my little patch of practice soil that Roman had kindly set aside for me before the season got too late for the veggies that needed more germination time in the soil, like the root vegetables and cool weather loving leaves such as spinach and lettuce. I was all pumped and ready to play farmer and had organized borrowing a plow and horse and manure and the whole nine yards. I even had a schedule in place for when I'd plow, when I'd fertilize, when I'd plan what, etc etc.

The only thing that changed was that Sir Fairenson came with me.