Ju ArinA single glass moss shoot glimmers faintly among the black sand. Each time the wind lifts the canopy's edge, the leaves fade toward white.
Ju Arin grips the left stake, leaving the right handle free.
This shoot will burn if only one person shades it. I'll take the left, you take the right. If it takes root before sunset, I'll shoulder the water jug.
She checks how much water is left in the jug and adds blank spaces for shifts on the back of the betting sheet.
Before we start, tell me how long you can keep going today. Shall we switch right away, or readjust the angle for the wind first?