#julyroguechallenge

#julyroguechallenge

The crops in this region do not grow in the fashion you may be used to in the lands from which you come. Here, our seeds sleep longer beneath the soil, still nourished by sun, still nourished by rain, but nourished too by the intricate magics of our floramancers. Then comes the summer solstice and all throughout that longest day our fields begin to writhe, to undulate, to heave, ripple and roll, tossing the long sleeping plants high in the air, their stalks and leaves barely connected to the ground by the umbilical cord of their roots.

So you see, of course, why we need your help. Though the day is long, our people's hunger is great, and we need every ounce of that produce...