Tilling assistance

Moose was summoned to the surface and had no idea why. He rarely questioned matters, especially if it involved the queen. There were no questions asked, about the type of policy for the requests.

The Styracosaurus climbed his way up a curved trail, leading to the upper side. For a young and small fella, he was kind of naïve. He was unsure as to why he needed to be brought up to the surface.

At least, until he reached the entry point. The air shifted, the dampness and humidity drastically changed. It was thicker and smelled of dirt and, well, seeds.

Moose grumbled, reluctantly.

His green eyes scanning the area. Trying to see if there was anyone he knew, perhaps his parents at least. Sadly, no one. A sigh of sadness escaped his beak.

Listening intently, there was chittering of what seeds needed to go where and using the strength of the Styras to help till the lands.

What does that mean, he would think to himself before a striped Oviraptor came up to him. Their body swift as their arms flapped.

“Well hi there fella,” Mischief spoke with some enthusiasm.

“Uh hi? What you need me to do?” Moose quickly asked. His tone was far from enthusiastic as the Ovi.

“Well, we need you to gear up and then go from there,” Mischief spoke as her long talon fingers pointed behind to duo.

There was an area where other Styras were putting gear on to help till up the area.

Tilling was a specific way of gardening.

“Ah, I see. I’m gonna need help, I’ve never put anything on before,” Moose said, eventually, after the two muddled in their thoughts.

“Ah sure! Not a problem fella!” Mischief insisted with her tone. Even though her stripy appearance would deem intimidating. It did not bother Moose at all. Afterall, he was much heavier than the Ovi and may win the fight if he had to.

Moose gave a nod of acceptance.

“Now, follow me a’right,” Mischief scooped the air, luring Moose with her to the area.

Several yards away, the duo walked in silence. However, Moose took in everything around them. The sights, the smells, the chattering. Everything. It tingled his ears and nostrils in more ways than he ever knew could happen.

Once the pair reached the area where Styras were gearing up. The gear was a harness that would attach to the main part of their boney plate, and a face halter that locked in around the point in the center, upper part of his snout. There were then leather ropes attached to the sides of the harness, which would lead to some mechanism that created a straight line to till the dirt.

“Luckily this dirt was pretty soft, so it would theoretically make the job easier,” Mischief spoke a little, to ease Moose. She could tell he was unsure and kind of, well, uncomfortable.

“Mm, I see,” Moose only managed to speak in response, acknowledging the small talk as well as the help from the Ovi. He appreciated it greatly. Even though they were supposed to be enemies. Before any more words were spoken from Mischief, he added one more comment.

“I guess when it’s the queen’s note, we all get along.”

Mischief giggled with a light nod in agreement before speaking. Her tone was quite reassuring, “Why yes, anything for the queen means it’s of the utmost importance!” Her enthusiasm faded slightly into a serious matter.

Mischief was not wrong though. There were a variety of dinosaurs, working and coming together to plant the seeds. There was a process to plant the seeds: tilling, planting, and watering. It seemed to suit Styracosaurus’ best by tilling to help the planters put the seeds down for their brute strength.

“Is there anything… else I need?” Moose questioned. Taking a bit to adjust to the leather materials strapped onto his head, more than the rest of his body. His body teeter-tottered into a shake but lacked the shake aspect due to the gear on. It started to itch.

“Nope! I think everything looks good. When you’re ready, I’ll show you which part you’ll be tilling for the queen,” Mischief adjusted a few minor areas of his leather harness, halter and ropes. She could tell he was uncomfortable but did her best to adjust it. To help ease the pressure as she did not want to harm him, at least in this scenario.

“Thanks,” Moose said, noticing the Ovi adjusted the gear.

Mischief gave a nod of assurance as she bobbed around in front of Moose, leading the way in silence.

Within a few moments, they were to the far right of where they were to gear up. Sadly, the mechanism behind still tilled in its own way. There was a line that seemed to have followed.

“Oops,” Mischief said with a giggle, peering behind them as she noticed the line. One hand rose to her beak as she giggled but pondered on how to fix it or leave it.

“I start here?” Moose questioned, with a nudge of his head in the direction to the right of them.

“Ah, yep! You’ll need to repeat the lines, going up and down at least…” Mischief tried to count with her talon fingers, “1,…2….3….1….5, ope, yep, at least 4 times! This will make some straight lines for the others who are placing the seeds down for the queen.”

“Mm, thanks, I’ll get to work,” Moose thanked Mischief. He was quite appreciative of the help from a small Oviraptor like themselves. There was no way he would be able to put the gear on himself. A soft smile tugged at the end of his snout but underneath the halter.

Moose turned to the right, dragging the tilling mechanism to the area parallel to where he was. His lines need to be straight as he can handle. Perhaps walking will give him a good distraction from the itchiness of the leather material. He never thought he would do such a thing before but noted to himself, he was not a fan of wearing such hefty gear as his young age. Maybe when he was older, he would handle it better.

Either way, Moose pushed himself through the itch and created perfect lines side-by-side to one another. It was a trail of a wiggly line, basically. Moose would move straight for awhile, then turn to the left, going straight, repeating this movement four times. Once he was done, he would be so incredibly relieved to have this leather gear off his body! Perhaps some well deserved greens would come with the work he put in as well!