Talia was separated from most of the other slaves, including her comrades. She's taken to a field of trees with white trunks and purple leaves. Talia looked over to the driver for guidance on what to do. He yelled at Talia in a language she didn't understand and handed her a tool that looked like a pair of shears. As the driver left to oversee the others, Talia looked around to see the other slaves climbing the trees with the shears and using them to clip something from the trees. The human then stuck the shears in her pocket and climb the tree herself. As much as she disliked her situation, she didn't want to find out too early the punishment for disobedience.
Talia wrapped her arms and legs around the tree trunk and started climbing the tree, following a process of raising her arms up the trunk first followed by her legs. She wished she had thicker clothing as the bark of the tree was extremely rough and felt like it grabbed onto her skin, almost as if it would peel it of if Talia wasn't careful enough. When she made it to the canopy of the purple tree, Talia saw her target. Looking to confirm, she looked at a nearby tree and saw the same round purple fruit being dropped by the slaves working on them.
Talia had no idea what kind of fruit it was. It was just a dark shade of violet, extremely round, and connected by a very thin stem to the branch. Talia first tried pulling the fruit off of the branch by hand, thinking the stem would be easy enough to break on her own. After a few gentle and eventually forceful tugs, Talia realized the importance of the shears she had been given. She pulled it from her pocket, which now had a hole in it, and brought it to the stem while holding the fruit itself in her free hand. As she cut the the stem, a green liquid suddenly gushed out and onto Talia's hand. It started burning her almost immediately, causing her to drop the fruit and curse in pain. She quickly wiped the liquid off her hand and what was left was a burn mark.
"Great. I have to harvest trees with acid blood," Talia remarked sarcastically.
Talia continued working, trying different methods to cut the fruit to reduce how much acid she got on herself as best she could. She hoped that eventually they might give her gloves for her task.
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