As the months move slowly toward the short days of fall, the fields that were once full of green shoots turn amber, marking the coming of the autumn equinox and another celebration that can only be found in the scattered villages of the
Cradle of Clay. The golden swathes outside of the villages will sustain them throughout the rest of the year, until the late days of Winter's Evening when they can begin sowing seeds that have been protected from the chill of winter. The coming days of fall mark the end of the cycle, but one that is heavily celebrated, even though the days stretch long with hard work.
Harvest comes in the late weeks of Summer's Evening, as the days slowly shorten to match the length of the night. The rolling hills begin to turn to golden hues, but not nearly the rich colors of the coveted
Cradled Wheat. As the summer turns to fall and the days begin with frosted plains, the rich grains of the
Cradle of Clay end their cycle as simple crops and find their ways into nearly every part of the
Clay Giants' daily life. The long hard days of harvest mark prosperity for the rest of the year.
Once the grains have been removed from the chaff, the delicate
Cradled Wheat will become the grain alcohols that the
Clay Giants covet, flour to bake breads and other heavy baked goods to add to the diet of
Cradle-Fed Beef. Most importantly, the grain will become feed for the
Black Stout and the
Tatanka, fattening the creatures through the winter when the grasses are thin. These grains are the secret to the taste of
Cradle-Fed Beef, of
Geyser Whiskey, of much of the food created in the
Cradle of Clay.
Ooo, this sounds like such a nice and cosy harvest festival. I like that they make time for social stuff after the long days in the fields.