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Tairghain was deeply trouble by the lack of information that the hazelbloom investigation was returning. After her discusssions with several notable individuals around town, she really got no where. While she was still heavily inclined to believe it was a bunch of naughty imps that had gone through and just absolutely devoured everything in sight, there was unfortunately not enough evidence to point anything in the right direction. Honestly, she really wondered what the point was of keeping...

Tairghain had been deeply involved with the Hazelbloom harvest thus far. From planting to pruning, thankfully avoiding the tedious business of watering, she had become relatively invested in the well-being of the plants and their eventual uses. That being said, when she was approached by Hops, the bartender down at Rabbit Hole, with questions about something decimating the crops, Tairghain was understandably enraged. All of that effort and time, all the digging and beyond tedious clipping u...

Nkosazana was not exactly a dirt and filth sort of rabbit, but never could anyone say she wouldn't get to work for others in need. When she had heard about the importance of the Hazelbloom harvest, and how much danger it was in this year due to stranger beings wandering around in the night, she felt morally obligated to at least be of some help.    That being said, if she was going to pick a job, it would be the one that required the least amount of touching the dirt...

Tairghain sat back and rested for a bit while watching some other buns continue with the gardening. After digging and fertilizing an entire garden plot with her own two muscles, no one could possibly begrudge her a break. Farming was definitely not a skill set she wished to lay claim to, but if she was going to be farming anything, at least she could be doing the most muscularly demanding tasks. That being said, she still stared at the watering cans wearily. Maybe if they had like... giant ...

Tairghain had heard of the hazeblooms returning, and was just as curious and invested as the next bun. It seemed that there was some capacity for the community to aid in the particularly important harvest, and Tair was not above a little manual labor. After approaching the garden in her battered, worn bun form and watching the others at it, she had already internally decided which tasks she was best and least suited for. Being a rather beefy, strong bun herself, the idea of hovering over each...