Farming a promotion

A vibrant, deep yellow glow emanated from Reena's hands, pulsating with an undeniable vitality. In a fascinating display, the cotton buds throughout the field sprung to life, separating from their rooted plants as if choreographed in advance. They followed a synchronized dance, propelled by an invisible current, guided by the sway of Reena's hand. Once Reena ensured that every single bud took to the air, not one left behind, she exclaimed, "Alright, everyone, follow my lead. And remember, no fighting!" With those words, she led the airborne cotton buds towards a sprawling wooden cart positioned at the periphery of the cotton farm.

As they settled onto the cart, Reena deactivated her gift, her eyes shifting towards the two young men assigned the task of transporting the cotton back to the work huts. "That should do it," she remarked, observing their nod of acknowledgement and their exchange of glances.