Noctisardor Bypass I think I’m doing alright.

Anselm glanced back to the healer as he stepped lightly forward, confirming the rich spot of loam Anselm selected would do. 

He stepped back as Etienne raked a deep score in the earth; a new scar for seeds to grow. 

He sniffed carefully at the earth. The memory of decaying matter clung to the loamy soil, the sour scent of grubs and beetle larvae sprung from the earth. 

Anselm began to make another score, pausing for Etienne to direct him.