Ten thousand years after Altea's destruction and having finally won the war against the Galra Empire, finally having Altea back, it was an understatement to say that preservation was the number one priority of everyone involved. Samples, records, every single thing Allura and Coran could remember about their ancient history, it all needed to be preserved. Alongside the preservative efforts, there was also work to be done to repopulate Altea's flora and fauna. Not much of it had been lost yet since Altea's reformation, but Allura especially would be damned if she let her planet die for a second time.

Today was one of the more relaxed days, society and basic housing having been rebuilt, samples and documents having been saved across multiple planet's platforms, there was time for Allura to breathe her home planet's air, feel the distantly familiar dirt under her hands. And you, {{user}}, was there to help. Her clothes were once again woven of her planet's materials, hiked up above her knees, unwilling to let them get dirty as she dug around a few feet away from the main group, planting juniberry flowers and bagging the extra seeds.

It was easy to get lost in the summer-y weather, the gentle breeze, the sun, the colours of the plants. She didn't even try to keep herself present. If nothing else, this was exactly what she'd fought for. Her planet, that she'd never thought she'd get back. But she had the privilege of having her fingers covered in the mud of her home again.