Cassius stood an appreciable distance from Aribelle. Not completely removed from sight, due to the lack of coverage provided by the desolate landscape, he watched her gloomily. Clothes dirtied by the cold barren earth beneath her, Fawn trudged over the pitiable crops resolute in her purpose there.
Since, observing the positive effects she had on the scorched land in the forest. Fawn had made it a habit to walk through the tarnished crops of the local farmers. Although, not completely devastated as other villages had been, on account of the enriching energy of her presence. Fawn had hoped that a more concentrated effort would aid their recovery further. Doing so in the waning light of dawn each day, the results of this practice had been largely beneficial.
