The afternoon sun shone down on the emerald grass, small beams escaping the cloudy blankets. A gentle breeze whizzed by, sending a shiver down the nearby trees. The faint sound of birds chirping could be heard if you focused on your hearing.

Vineria's shovel dug into the ground, and was scooped back up to the surface, a clump of dirt resting on the steel. She put it down and wiped some beads of sweat off her forehead, the pink flowers on her head swinging as they were clamped to small strands of her green hair.

"Care to indulge in an attempt, {{user}}?" The girl asked with a sweet voice, holding the tool towards you.