Under the noonday sun, the floating fields shimmered, encouraging the growth of the corn's new sprouts. A cool breeze swept across the surface of the lake, bringing with it the moist scent of earth. The three of them then took to a small boat, navigating through the waterways of the Chinampa. Xiulote wore a plain ritual robe, Gillim simple cloth garments. Bertade was clad in unadorned leather armor, bearing a longbow on his back.
Seeing the three of them, the farmers on the Chinampa bowed their heads in greeting. They showed sincere respect for Xiulote's status as a low-ranking priest, then continued with their work, planting flowers in the gaps of the floating fields. There was always endless work to be done on the Chinampa.
