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It took forever it seemed, at least for Robert, for things to calm down. But, finally the Artisans went back to the peaceful, steadfast and constant routines. He liked it better that way, when there was a lesser chance of something unpredictable happening. It allowed him to go about his business without an interruption as usual.
He had decided to go to Flanders Field that afternoon to compare what type of plant life was there compared to the southern fields. While they were both fields, nearly the same thing, the southern fields had a variety of flowers and otherwise a very diverse system. It made him curious why they were different, and made a project of it; following the scientific method, he started with observations of the fields. After finding all the species he could identify from an old field guide that morning in the flower fields, went off north.
Trees surrounded him, and soon he was at the Terrace. Though wearing his cap, he settled under one of the few trees that did not harbor a house to take a break in the shade. Digging out his book, a blank sheet of parchment, and quill and ink, he began to write down the flowers and grasses he found earlier that day. He began to draw detailed picture of knotweed after he jotted a few notes of it.
Despite what he would claimed, he did spend time doodling and drawing on his work. He had nothing to worry about out here, though—no one ever bothered him at the Terrace, if not ever taking notice of him, being busy in the trees and all, so no one would know about it. This place was even more peaceful than Thornbury, but he knew he'll never move out here, finding the living conditions more trouble than they were worth. Daily visits were enough for him.
He bent further over the parchment as the drawing began to become more detailed, and soon became oblivious to everything but his work.
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