Two weeks before eir marriage, Kyawtchais lost eir fiances and all their family to a fire. Since then ey has lived with eir birth family, floating without direction.

Almost too old for marriage, when eir family elders came asking eir to consider a new family, Kyawtchais agreed to try rather than continue eir aimless existence.

While ey waits to learn if eir courtship will be accepted, the Trial Family works to gain acceptance from the city.

If you missed them, you can catch up with Season 1, Season 2, and Season 3.

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Planting Life in a Dying City is an original world low-fantasy story about building a family and future together in a world that rejects you. Each season will tell the story of the new family through the eyes of a different character.

Planting Life will run for six seasons.

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As Kyawtchais had come to expect, the watchful-one, tall-one, once-walker, never-still-one, greeted em at the gate. Kyawtchais hand spoke a greeting and needed to close eir hands to keep from adding the name-sign, One Watches, which was how ey had come to think of the watchful-one. But ey did not have the right to such familiarity.

If the watchful-one noticed eir closed hands, ey did not comment. Only welcomed Kyawtchais in and closed the gate behind em. But instead of returning to whatever work ey had been doing, the watchful-one held out a hand to Kyawtchais. Kyawtchais stared at the hand. This was a new thing. At formal meetings, townsfolk would clasp hands in greeting. But this was not formal. And ey had never seen the watchful-one or the silent-one, once-fisher do so. Ey risked a glance at the watchful-one’s face. Eir eyes were down, sparing Kyawtchais the blow of their depths. Ey wasn’t smiling or frowning. There was no expression Kyawtchais knew how to recognize. Would it be okay to ask what the watchful-one wanted? Or would this be one of the many times when out-family became offended by a simple question?

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