After Errol returned, and haggling was concluded they started to plan out what else needed doing.

To start with the Spriggan Queen sent off several of her children to call back their big sisters, they had the potential to reclaim an entire valley, and even teach humans to work together with other species. Opportunities like that did not come around every day,

Secondly they needed to figure out what was to grow where, and for this level of undertaking a stick in the dirt was definitely not sufficient, Errol was sent off once again (despite the grumbling and groaning poor Errol, he’d left the village initially in part in order to avoid being sent out to run errands every six seconds, he definitely hadn’t expected at that time that soon enough he would have a glorious career in the royal guard doing the exact same thing in plate armour, truly it was sometimes hard to see where the future would take you. But it seemed in Errol's case wherever it was he would arrive there all gross, sweaty, and chafed.)

While that was happening more haggling took place, and there were proposals made during what had to be the worlds toughest game of charades to set up prearranged logging areas, also for the Spriggans to warn the humans if any dangers approached. With any luck that would make it easier to secure an agreement, (though Mibbet wasn’t holding her breath, the thing that usually happened when negotiating was not either party getting exactly what they want, but instead both settling on a mutually agreeable level of miserable. Then figuring out how to achieve something closely resembling that state.)

Soon Errol returned, it had taken him a great deal longer than usual as he did not think that the sentient tree creatures would particularly appreciate planning using wooden pencils on pulp paper. Securing a good clean sheet of hide however, alongside a proper feather quill and multiple coloured inks in a town where the literacy rate was rather low had not proven as easy as expected. In the end he’d plucked a clean feather from a goose (a move more dangerous than poking an Owl-bear with a stick while they napped in Errol’s opinion,) and liberated several paints from little Mary’s art set. (Arguably this may be considered a more dangerous action than the goose plucking, at least you could outrun the goose eventually. But little sisters? Well they knew where you hid, they knew what you did, and they knew where you slept. Errol would definitely regret his actions later and was currently wondering if a royal pardon or diplomatic immunity could save him from her vengeful intentions. Probably not, but he was happy to live in hope and blissful ignorance until the pranks hit.)

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Then they started to carefully sketch out a new place, it wasn’t a traditional farm, or maybe it was if you went back far enough. Then eventually it was time to see whether it would be accepted, like a prisoner on her way to the scaffold Mibbet headed home.

Turns out that the farmers were more of a challenge to convince than even the Spriggans, it was rather a contributing factor when they realised how close their town had come to complete annihilation, but even that wasn’t enough for some people.

“Look, you need more visitors right?” Mibbet tried, "how about I grant you all a miracle?” (Of course she didn’t have anywhere bear the power needed to do that personally, nor did her employer, so she would need to play rather fast and loose with the rules here if she was going to make this work.)

“Exactly what kind of miracle are we talking about here?” Asked Goldun (current head of the Delishus family) sceptically. “Because I get the feeling that to pull all this off will take more than the usual oomph, I don’t think that a crying statue is going to cut it here.”

“You want a temple here right? Then how about I give you a lake, water is kinda my speciality.”

“A lake? Hope you’re not expecting us to dig it out.”

“That sir would kind of defeat the object of a miracle would it not? I can do this, being a Saintess and all, but I will have to ask you to evacuate the area while it’s ongoing, should take an hour at most, and whatever you do, no matter what you hear DO NOT COME OVER. Blessing the land is not an easy thing, and sometimes things within the land resist. If you do come over I cannot promise you’ll get home with all your bits attached, and I am NOT a healer. So please do not test that.”

“Ten copper says she can’t pull it off” The cobbler muttered. (With a surname like Peach there were only so many careers that fit, though never ask him to make one, whatever he baked always came out a tad leathery.)

In the absence of much else by way of entertainment he had more than his share of takers on that wager, alongside a whole mess of other wild and wonderful bets on the outcome. after which an area of long dead field was marked out, and everybody but Mibbet fled to a safe distance, (they hoped.)

From there Mibbet carefully scattered solar crystals around the area, and pulled out Puppy. Now there is one thing that most people who know magic crystals know above all else. That is that you have to be very very careful with them, they tend to react rather poorly when you pack them full of the wrong type of mana. They adapt over time with limited exposure, but too much too fast? Well that tends to be one hell of a show.

Now most folks on realising this tend to not do it on the grounds that altering local topography usually ends up with rather strenuous disagreements with the locals. Most people were not Mibbet though, so she carefully moved Puppy as high up as she could manage then packed the area with as much water mana as possible. Then it happened, SUCCESSFUL CASCADE FAILURE.