Infant

Li took in a deep breath, enjoying the crisp early morning breeze and the fresh smell of newly upturned soil. He could hear Zagan's breath rumbling like a minor earthquake from the side as the demon slept.

Sometimes, Li felt it more fitting for Zagan to have been a herald of sloth, not greed, but at the same time, it was not like there was anything for the demon to really do aside from harassing the occasional suspicious passerby.

"You never do get tired of the earth, do you, lad?" said Old Thane. The old man was squatting beside where Li knelt. Around them was their field, a swath of soil several shades darker and moister than the earth surrounding it. 

"Seeing as you haven't gotten tired of it in twenty years, I don't see why that's surprising," said Li as he took a chipped trowel and scooped up a patch of earth. He made sure to carve out a neat hole with a depth of nearly exactly six centimeters before placing a golden seed at its center.