video [ un: daughter-sea ]

[seaboard]

[ The woman that appears is a - level expression, a little happy or sad that plays on her features. Level, most especially, as she clears her throat. Her veil tied around her head to tame her curls back, her shift and vest tying herself up neatly.

Peeking out from her veil is her lamp friend, and drifting around her in a circle is a soft finned creature, her Omen. Delicately colored in reds and blues as it swims in the air. ]

I find myself remiss, in how to make an introduction...

... I am Second-Child, Gilia St. Loe, Daughter-Sea, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity, Who Echoes With the Ceaseless Voice.

[ That out of the way. ]

I am new to this place, this... city. I do not have much in the way of the coin, but I am skilled in other forms. I can sew, weave, till a field, clean, cast a line, or a net, gut a fish, help tend animals, both with birthing and killing, cook many types of meals...

But if you have need of anything repaired or cooked... please, if there is something I can do for resources in return, only let me know, and I shall be your glad servant.

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[seaboard]

[ She hums. Oh, there are Earth Weavers? Excellent. That made it all a great deal easier than having to move dirt by more mundane means. ]

If it is not too much of an irritation, let me come to help you lay it out. I am familiar with where is best and how to cut them suited fields, but I do not know how to explain it, without seeing the land itself first.

[righthemisphere]

Yeah, of course. Come on over whenever you've got a minute and let's do this.

Take the lanterns, though. Trenchwood can be a little dangerous on foot.

[seaboard]

... Is there a body of water nearby to you?

[righthemisphere]

[Ehhhhhhh]

Define near

[seaboard]

A pond? A lake? Mayhap a well?

I suppose a bath would do, too.

[righthemisphere]

We're mostly well water. Does that still work?

[seaboard]

We'll see.

Please go to your well, if I may?

[righthemisphere]

Okay. I'm here. What now?