First Reply The Fields Don’t Plow Themselves

[Braze]

Veridia​

Clearing land was all part of the job. Braze had spent the morning gently relocating a few trees from the parcel he intended to till, taking care not to harm their roots. The process was slow and tedious, each trunk guided aside with steady hands and care.

Using the Force to aid in the work was… taxing, in its own peaceful way. It wasn't battle... is was more like a moving meditation, but one that resulted in honest labor.It was perhaps an odd sight for any wanderer to happen upon, to see the great power that was the Force put to use in such a humble fashion.

 

[Aiden Porte]

Braze
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Aiden watched from the edge of the clearing for a long while before saying anything. The wind moved gently through the grass, brushing against his cloak and carrying with it the scent of freshly turned soil. Braze was still at work slow, deliberate, each gesture precise as if he were guiding the trees through a slow dance. There was no strain in him, only focus; the kind that came from being entirely present in the moment.

It made Aiden smile faintly. So few used the Force this way anymore not to move mountains or to duel, but to tend.

"The Force moves well here." Aiden continued, resting his hands lightly at his belt. "It's… content. You don't often feel that on worlds touched by conflict. You've given it purpose again."

"Do you need help?" Aiden asked with a smile.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Aiden Porte

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Braze paused, glancing toward the newcomer. Several large stones hovered nearby suspended in telekinetic power drawn from the rough field before the small group was sent gently rotating in the air before settling into neat stacks with a muted thud.

"Maybe… need? Not exactly," he said, brushing a loose lock of white hair from his eyes. "But it'd be welcome if you wanted to get a little dirty."

He exhaled slowly, body relaxing visibly as he began surveying the field ahead. The thick crust of the earth bore the scars of his earlier work, uneven and raw where the trees had been uprooted. Shallow craters marked the spots where roots had torn free, and clumps of soil still seemingly steamed faintly from the friction of the Force-lifted stones. Jagged roots protruded from the ground like the bones of some great buried beast, and the scent of sap and damp loamy soil hung thick in the air.

Patches of flattened grass struggled to reclaim their space between the turned earth, and fragments of bark littered the furrows. The afternoon light caught on flecks of mica in the soil, giving the rough terrain a faint, glittering sheen beneath the sunlight.

"I need to till the soil and prepare it for farming. This area is to be a new field. Growing food is one of my top priorities out this way. "

 

[Aiden Porte]

Braze
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Aiden gave a small nod, setting aside his outer robe as he stepped closer. The air was warm with effort and sunlight, the scent of sap and soil thick enough to taste. He rolled his sleeves past his elbows and crouched near one of the freshly turned plots, running a gloved hand through the coarse earth. It clung to his skin—rich, heavy, and alive.

"Good soil." he murmured, almost to himself. "It'll take to seed well once it breathes again."

Without waiting for further invitation, Aiden sank his fingers into the dirt and began loosening a section by hand, feeling for stubborn roots before cutting through them with the edge of a small spade. He didn't rely on the Force for this not yet. The rhythm of the work steadied him, each motion deliberate and grounding. Sweat gathered quickly at his brow, streaking the dust on his skin.

When he finally did reach out with the Force, it wasn't to command, but to complement the way a farmer might work beside his plow. A section of soil lifted just enough to ease the burden, shifting gently with his gestures before settling again. The hum of the power blended with the creak of roots and the rustle of leaves; it was quiet, cooperative, almost reverent.

"This kind of work…" Aiden said after a while, his voice low but not weary, "It relaxes the mind, eases the worries." Aiden showed a small smile as he looked over to Braze. "Have you been out here long my friend?"