"My name es Vira." She said sitting on her knees in the dirt.
"Everything.. as a number and a time. You have to trim and harvest what is ready. And know what is not ready, and what must be put away." She started sorting through the grass.
Showing him the different colors of orange and that the most ripe spores where actually dark blood red, and that if there was brown it was overripe and needed to be burned.
It was a simple medatative task... Vira.. as it turned out was the High mother of the cult and worked with initiates and even the few "slaves" the cult revived to harvest seed spores.
"Most importante... you.. a must rest.. every quarter hour.. Take time. Look around. Its easy to dive deeply into toil but.. Life .. life it is not toil. You live. you enjoy things.. Work like this can be enjoyed for what it is..
Purification of the hands... through work... " It had already been four hours and the sun was int he position to stop.
"You have.. the thoughts?" she asked him as she led him from the clipping field towards the dormitory.
