Louise Hill Adventuring Riddles

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Riddle Text	Answer
Worn clothes and rough hands bearing the burden of his work; pesky children mean he doesn't always get to reap what he sows; yet, he persists. A figure of solidarity, the land knows him well.	Bearnard
As I was raised, I drank the tears of the sky and ate the luminous rays of the sun, and with time I give back to the people that raised me.	Plant
A riddle for you! My determination knows no bounds My resolve has been set I will continue unbound And chase my goals with no regrets What am I?	Tenacity
When the sun arrives, I try to join it in the sky. But when the cold comes, I freeze. Beware of falling into me, you may catch a cold.	Rain
Sweet when underneath the ground, bitter up on top, when the music starts to pound, you can let me drop	Beet
""If you love them, let them go,"" they say, But to do so without letting their feelings convey Is sabotage that world-hoppers shouldn't downplay, Lest their future together is what you wish to betray.	Honour
Find me at the tip of a fiddlehead fern, Or peep me at the end of a chameleon tail, I carve myself in countless turns, A mysterious pattern is my trail.	Spiral
I can disappear or appear where I please but a swirl of destruction is left behind me.	Tornado
I bring relief from scorching heat, or drive the cold deeper into your bones. I am gentle, like a caress, or violent, like beating fists. I spread life, but sometimes destruction. What am I?	Wind
A battle on the horizon a soldier stands steadfast with her spear. You cannot kill the brave one, who fights like dawn is near Which am I?	Tenacity
Above heads of tranquil dreamers, invisible at dawn, Far-off, faint and feeble, from the sun, they stay withdrawn. As the blue, cloudless haze dons its silk black gown, Boundless cosmos shine their light down. What am I?	Stars
What do an ox, a rat, and a human all have in common?	Animals
Traveling, traveling, busy in the air, bustling, bustling, to the fields for which we care. Tending to the farm work, but no hoe or hose. Both feeding and feasting on the flora in rows. What am I?	Bees
A little building full of lights, many sparks, what a fright! Take your chance if you are near, but bring a turnip or don't come here!	Buli
A bond deep and strong, carried through the veins. It won't be forgotten, though just a scar remains.	Honour
A budding rose and twisting leaves. Planted in patches in more rows than three.	Plants
A bushel of me is a bushel to eat. Grind me up, and mix up fine. Let me rise, and bake me. What color am I unground?	Wheat
A calm grassy hill, sun shines from above. They rest to their fill — before farming must be done! They get up from slumber, awake from their nap. Stretch real long and put on their cap. The work is hard, but they won't delay! What keeps them going and refrain from their play?	Tenacity
A carpet rich beneath your feet, a meal for the herd to eat, and in me hide the clovers sweet. Beware the dew if you take a seat!	Grass
Sick with envy or down with the flu, my cheeks turn what dreadful hue?	Green
A cobblestone path, worn from years of use. The first meeting, gruff, but a welcome sight to confused eyes. A traveler's knapsack, destination unknown.	Bearnard
A creature crows in the morning to wake you from rest. What is the color is his handsome crest?	Red
Adventure-tales can be a relief to get through: what color paints the surface beneath fluttering sails?	Blue
Aeolin’s breeze blows dandelion seeds, all throughout the hills. Before they seed, when just a flower, what color is a dandelion?	Yellow
A farmer's day starts before I'm even up and doesn't end until I'm down once again	Sun
The fox cheers her on, eye filled with awe, applauding each hit with a delighted 'Aha!' She's daring! Bashful! Gracious! Her training is ever...	Tenacious
In nature I'm a rare sight indeed, though one look up is all you need. Birds and bugs display me well, but I rarely grace a mammal's pelt. In irises of both kind I am seen, yet some eyes can't perceive my sheen. In your glass the water lacks a hue, but in vast amounts, I appear. I am...	Blue
After a long summer, what do the crops anticipate more than anything?	Rain
After you've planted a seed, watered it and gave it nutrients, what is the last thing you need to give it?	Sun
A full moon's harvest, just when the weather turns cold Leaves in warm shades, people in warm clothes, animals in warm coats The weather is turning, and the farmers are praised, for all the crops they've worked to raise So relax, kick back, and settle by the fire, basking in its warmth.	Autumn
A hard work turning loamy soil, under endless beating sun, But with this virtue, bear this toil, Determination 'til it's done!	Tenacity
A golden sun drips into the deep blue sea, and that's all it take for you to meet me. What am I?	Green
A kiss to break the wicked spell, end the curse in the tales we tell. What is needed there, to make our heroes persevere?	True love
A million tiny lights all glow and punctuate the night's endless dark. How lovely it is to know that, of millions, we can tell each one apart. Which am I?	Star
Sacred am I, yet I'm even more rare. Wars have been fought over me, But it only seems fair. The brave, the courageous, the hardworking know, once you attain me, it's something to behold.	Honour
An ear twitches as a ruddy coat bristles; The hunter makes their strike. What am I?	Animal
A riddle! Down and down and down we go! Twisting, turning, to and fro! A view to the skew what you know and knew, dizzy yet? We're almost through! Where are we?	Spiral
A riddle! Every rose is a sunset for the eye. I’m the color nature chose to not be shy!	Red
A riddle for you: Dripping deep in the heart, it flows, trickles through the cracks, and glows. What is it?	Lava
A riddle for you: I fall, touch the earth, and die - yet once again I rise. What am I?	Rain
Here's a little ode to sing: The skies of blue above the fields of green, Roads of brown and aqua streams; Clouds of white and stars so clear, Hearts of warmth for loved ones so dear. Now, the color of home is...	Red
A riddle! What color sings out when springs out, out when birdsong rings out?	Green
As a canary knows a coal mine, as a rooster knows the dawn. I hear the question and its answer. I am almost never wrong. Which am I?	Comprehension
I live but a few hours Yet guide you all your life So many times forgotten When in a different light	Dream
With each step that is taken, something new there is to learn. Those who venture to seek me, this is what they always yearn.	Knowledge
As endless as the sea. As hopeful as the sky. I am every single sadness. I am there when you cry. Which am I?	Knowledge
As winter ends and melts away, leaving the land a blank slate, it is nature's way of returning once more, in hopes of fulfilling its fate. The first signs of life rise from the unyielding ground, and one by one the flowers emerge, leaving the viewer spellbound.	Spring
A thousand hours to build me up A thousand soldiers to defend me I am the sweetest you may ever taste And time cannot destroy me What am I?	Honey
A whisper in the wind you barely hear. A night sky filled with questions. The flower blooms for a reason. Which am I?	Thought
I tick and I tock, I thump and I mutter, and beautiful things may just set me aflutter! What am I?	Heart
Hatched from a teapot, hear me purr, Admire my beautiful gradient fur. I love sunshine and a good pat. Tell me, what is the color of my hat?	Blue (Apprentice Cat)
Some say he is what he says he is not; Other that he has many an abstract a thought. Everyone knows him as just a strange man with a potato machine- But if they just look closer, they'll realize he has powers unseen.	Old Farmhand
Be it four legs, or one; twenty-five, or three. I skitter, hop, slink, and pop, as far as the eye can see! Nature is home, across it I roam: What am I?	Animal
Books and scrolls all bound and creased, histories and recipes for finest feast, time growing me will best any beast. What am I?	Knowledge
Breaking a sweat from dusk til dawn to harvest produce on ones farm A bear's strength to reap reward what sort of diligence describes Bearnard?	Tenacity
Busy as a bee, stubborn as a mule, working day by day on what type of fuel?	Honey
Can you solve this riddle? What grows, has skin, thrives in the light, but isn't a person?	Plant
Cabbage and broccoli, lettuce and onion, plenty of colours under the sun. But a common vegetable colour is this one.	Green
Change can hurt, but bear the storm. When the wind's done whipping up the sand, the weather will be gold and warm and you'll find a new path on which to stand. Which am I?	Tenacity
Clever and cautious, curious to the core, Every time you see her, she always asks for more. Experiments and secrets hidden behind every locked door; What color are the painted walls where you can find her store?	Blue
Close your eyes and imagine this! Grass to graze on, pastures and fields under bare, muddy feet: color me blind, but what hue should I use for where cloven animals bleat?	Green
Countless and immeasurable Endless like the sea Hailed upon in love and life Your fate's to do with me	Stars
Despite each harsh word, I hold grasshoppers I've caught so tender. Everyday I'm calling you absurd, each childlike moment showing I'm a pretender. I simply want a friend, so all I ask of you is an ear to lend.	Calbet
Enjoy the sweet crunch of freshly picked apple While bright leaves take on shades of red orange and purple Falling leaves, we'll rake them them into large piles, and when the day's gone, sip a warm drink with smile	Autumn
Energy ebbs and flows through all. Like heat in home, song in all. The universe roams come night or day. Stardust in your soul will always stay.	Galactic
Fall is red and spring is vernal. Learn from the resting winter ground: though nature's beauty is eternal, no plant can bloom all year round. Not cactus, flower, herb or bean, nor human, animal or elf, is ever truly evergreen so be gentle to yourself! Which am I?	Summer
Feathers, hides, skins, and furs. Mother Nature shares what's hers. But treat these gifts with respect. Balance is what herders protect.	Animals
Feet on the earth, look to the air, you'll never see it on the ground. After rain it's often there. When you find it go five colors down.	Blue
Fire burns in many hues, silver and sapphire, ruby and gold. The hottest blaze is winter's blue the reddest glow is the most cold. So why do we think of heat as red when blue's the hotter counterpart? Because its gentle fire that bakes our bread, And comforts our body, soul, and heart. Which am I?	Warmth
Fluttering from one stem to another, a velvet lady drinking her morning tea.	Ladybug
For my fortune, you must search amongst my verdant fellows. Though, I may be more common than legend claims me to be. What am I?	Four-leaf clover
For winters and nights, soups and stews; to bring delight, and cure your blues. What am I?	Tomato?
From soil, sunlight, and raindrops' flow In due time you'll watch me grow. What am I?	Plant
From the depths we push our way up, reaching toward the heavens. We dance with the light and feed from rain. Who are we?	Plants
Hello, a riddle for you. I'm something life can't live without, what am I?	Water
Hello, a riddle for you. The sun keeps everything alive, but even the stars cannot live without me. What am I?	Heat
Hello, a riddle here! Millions of realities make a trillion bits of dirt and gas meet in numbers that hurt your head as energy combines into massive balls of light and heat. What am I?	Stars
Hello, here's a riddle. Who is your guide and bright-souled friend, still to be followed long after they're dead?	Stars
Hello, I have a riddle here. Something impossible to reach, and yet all around you. What is it?	Infinity
Hello, I have a riddle here. What is coveted by one animal, yet always protected by many?	Honey
Here's a riddle for you! A glowing tail of light, moving at high speed thorugh the skies and only visible at night	Shooting Star
Here's a riddle for you. A peddler sells you magic boots that make run farther than you ever could before, but you can't use them to escape. You ask what kind of magic the boots are enchanted with. What is his answer?	Honour
Here's a riddle for you. A sunflower grows seeds, yummy golden treats! Who needs superpowers if one eats what one sows? A farmer is one lucky fellow: his favorite color?	Yellow
Here's a riddle for you. Treasured, hoarded, measured, and awarded: what am I?	Gold
Here's a riddle for you: What lies in wait for the mathematical mind, unbound from conventional knowledge, to find?	Infinity
Here's a riddle: I have a beginning but no end, a size but no value, three eyes but no lashes. What am I?	Infinity
Here's a riddle, I'll keep trying even after a hundred failures. What am I?	Tenacious
Here's a riddle! I'm as magical as sorcery, as glamorous as grace; yet wielding me takes more than just a pretty face! What am I?	Charm
Here's a riddle. In me, you'll always be without direction; I am remorseless, unceasing collection. What am I?	Spiral
Here's a riddle: What loses ground, but keeps time?	Hourglass
Honey takes determination from every single golden bee. They can't give up on its creation or cut corners with the quality. Which am I?	Tenacity
Hop the fence and look around: leafy green vegetables abound! Wonder, is he a farmer, or a hoarder? Despite your order, Leave the field un-ransacked, but with this intact:	Honour
Hot peppers, your eyes start to water, why? You think, did you bother to eat, these veggies are cursed, you think! What color is your face?	Red
Autumn brings the cold, the turnips are poor. Winter has stalled time, there are no crops to grow. Spring rolls in, there is work to be done. I am a cycle, I am...	Seasons
How about a riddle? Toss a stone into a pond, and watch the water; I'll respond. What am I?	Ripples
How many bits are between one and two? Between two mirrors, how many reflections will you view? With riddles like these, counting takes a vacation. What's the answer, then? Add imagination!	Infinity
I'm a cloud on the ground and I follow crooks around	Honour
I am a house with four separate rooms. Sense of direction is lost within my walls, when you are going left you are actually going right. I am of great importance in my town, connecting everything. Everything depends on me, or risk falling apart.	Heart
I am a traveler, journeying far, My home was the mountains where the bluebirds are. I run downhill, I gurgle and roar, My destination is the shoreline where the seagulls soar.	Water
I am dangerous I can singe your skin But every night You gather around me With your kin. Who am I?	Fire
I am not a person. I am not an animal. I am not an illness. Yet I'll bring ruin to early spring sprouts.	Frost
I am tall, vibrant and so hard to ignore. When it comes to the sun, I am always looking for more. And when my time is over, I'll leave you with a snack that many adore!	Sunflower
I am the bane of gardeners, and the friend of small children. I love puddles, but I hate the sea. I never go home, yet I'm always there. Who am I?	Snail
I am the cow's favourite meal when pastures are covered in snow by the winter. I am the horse's favourite bed after a long day outside of trot and canter. But stay away if you have a fever or if you're looking for a needle.	Hay
I am the language of the bards, thieves, tricksters, rogues and con men. I can spin stories of silk, lies, flattery, falsehood and often, I am the one who will lead you astray if those who hold me use me cruelly.	Charm
I am trapped within an eternal cycle. From death to birth, from flesh to ash... I watch as the world around me grows older, as I grow younger. Only my life, and my life alone is everlasting.	Phoenix?
I am what makes the turnips grow and the seasons change. Do not wait for me, for I am already there; you will not see me until you look back.	Time
I always lurk within you. Indulge in me, and I consume you. Although I can be a volatile fuel, tempering me can make me a deadly tool. What am I?	Passion or anger
I beat and breathe, I skip and break. I'm not a record, I'm not a drum. Which am I?	Heart
Through the bitter seasons, stark and white Through the cold howling winds and eerie moonlight Like a lighthouse in the storm, I'll keep you safe and warm	Fire
When night falls and all are asleep, what dots the skies and watches over Bearnard's farm?	Stars
I can run and babble, but cannot stumble or quiet. What am I?	River
I curtsy and bow, the wind blows through my dress, the leaves at my fingertips, finesse at it's best.	Trees?
I dye the earth in my color, sprouting up to give birth to beautiful sights. I signal the new year, new beginnings, new life.	Grass
I enter like a thief, at the window of your mind alighting. It's been long since I visited last; I never listen when you call. But still, I'm welcomed - I always bring something exciting, and you come happily into my thrall. Who am I?	Inspiration
I have the most colorful house in this little town, All the other houses are just plain brown. My many experiments keep me engrossed, What is the one trait that I lack the most?	Honour
If you die with this, you never truly end. The people paint and write your stories. Tales of swords and spears. And all your former glories. Which am I?	Honour
I glide from the sky onto the ground. All life on this planet can be traced and found Back to me What am I?	Sun/Sunlight?
I have a mysterious past and come from a land without rain My friendship is strong and will last, I won't cause those I love any pain. Who am I?	Fantasia?
I have a riddle for you! A little home for a little mind, and only slime trails left behind. What am I?	Snail Shell
I have a riddle for you. Seeking, finding, learning, minding, on a journey ever winding: who am I?	Galactic
I hide in a snail, but not a slug. You may see me in a storm, but not a clear sky. You can even find me as you stir your morning coffee. What am I?	Spiral
I hold the direction from which the sun rises And in which it sets Yet neither way do I look What am I?	Horizon
I know you are coming but cannot hear you And eat but do not swallow You marvel at my majesty but cower at the hollow Which am I?	Night
I leave a trail wherever I go, Whether walls or leaves or trees, And with me, always, my home.	Snail
I'm baking a blueberry pie! The ingredients I need are flour, sugar, eggs, and...?	Blueberries
I'm kept inside a drawer, somewhere alongside the forks. Though far less-used, I'm what you choose whenever you need something uncorked. What am I?	Corkscrew
I may seem mischievous Perhaps somewhat devious I have several experiments To some I’m an irritant But I’m just quicker! A sneaky turnip picker!	Buli
In myths, they say the wisest are immortalized in the night sky so that they can guide beyond their years and educate after they die. Which am I?	Constellations
Inside the soil- despite the toil- a plump specimen grows. At least it will until it wakes- a fiend is ready, bound to take as soon as they do know. And back again the farmer tends to what is left to sow. Who is the thief?	Buli
In the darkness of the night, Hark! It's Bearnard's window lights! Though they glow gold, there's something more, inside his shack smoulders the core!	Fire/Embers
In the face of adversity and outstanding odds, when all seems lost and for naught, stand strong young warrior and rally your strength, for only with me are such battles fought.	Honour
In this season, crops have grown from tiny seeds that once were sown. Bearnard harvests all his crops to bring new goods into his shop.	Autumn
I promise that I'm not what you think! There really is not a link between my robes and my wand- I task you to correspond I'm just a simple aide This is not a charade! Though perhaps in my past A few spells I may have cast...	Old Farmhand
I repeat unerringly, changes coming sparingly; yet, do not despair in me, lest you lose your clarity. What am I?	Time
It buds and it blooms, then tie a knot to keep it everlasting. What am I?	Love
It is not that I seek only the answer, but instead aspire to understand the question too. Who am I?	The Old Farmhand
It lights our spirits in times of trouble. Its sight stops crimes from creeping by as injustices mount without reason why. What salvages goodness from the rubble?	Honour
It may be the mask that we wear on the surface, but it is also the hand that pulls at the strings, merrily guiding us all around as it pleases.	-
It may seem like Buli is just causing trouble, for the poor old bear whose farmwork is now doubled; if you ask her why, she'll likely turn you away, but show some interest and she may have something to say. What does she talk to you about?	Comprehension
I touch everything below me, the crops, which grow when I look upon them, the people, who bask in my glory, the sea and its surface creatures too. What am I?	The Sun
Working the land til' your senses are keen, this is the colour your thumb will then seem.	Green Thumb
I've got a riddle for you! An inexplicable sign from an unconventional mind: what am I?	Spiral
I've got a riddle for you! If you nourish the earth, I will always return, what am I?	Plants
I’ve taken over these rolling hills, wielding countless blades, without winning a single battle. What am I?	Grass
You may know me as black. You may know of my hosts, the fleas, the rats. I mean not be morbid, but I do mean you harm. It is simply in my nature to spread, to alarm	Germs/Plague
I vow to oppose all evils, but always give a second chance. What is the virtue of merciful heroes, like Lilia and her mighty lance?	Honour
I would wear a nest of Jays in my hair then don a squrrel just for flare. What am I?	Tree
Known to make a famous sauce and bright red in colour, I’m considered a fruit rather than a vegetable, though many are skeptical. What am I?	Tomato
Let our glow guide you below to all directions you seek. Just remember where we shine: our positions change by the hour, day, and week!	Stars
Life unravels as travels turn inward. The gravel of time is scattered windward. Your footsteps recurve, over and over again! If this is a cycle, how does it halt, and when? What are you in?	Timeloop
Like sunshine sparkling on the sea pushing to the plants below. Humans don't stop when the path is steep because there's amazing things to help grow! Which am I?	Tenacity
Louise Hill is plenty safe, no danger to bring you harm. Come here for a pleasant time, it's got a lot of...!	Charm
Loyal to the very end, and loving from the day you met, always' have been man's best friend, as much partner as is pet. Which am I?	Dog
Many parts I've dreaded. On me many have depended. Yet this isn't the life I intended. To me no helping hands were extended. A new life, a new beginning, A simple life, one I face grinning. Labour of love, every day singing a song for which my heart was craving. Who am I?	Old Farmhand
Mindful of my wardrobe, but adventuring I want to go. I stay here to protect, Those I've come to know. Who am I?	Lilia
My brain can sail through time and space. My blood can pump from toes to face. But flaws in plans fill me with sorrow. I regret the past, and fear tomorrow. What am I?	Infinity
My rays coax flowers to bloom Cause roosters to crow And chases away the gloom What am I?	The sun
Nestled between verdant hills, I wait for the drops of natures thrills, My depth dictates what I need, And as it falls I take with greed. What am I?	Plants
What's that sound, profound in the morning? What's with that cry, sky still dim and warming? What's that racket, blanket tucked and cozy? what's making that crow, though the sun's not rosy?	Rooster
Never forget your quaint, humble start. Without their help, you'd be a goner. You pledge to revisit, with all your heart- a promise you'll make sure to...	Honour
No matter how the earth has turned the stars are the same when you look, just like the knowledge in a book, steadfast, waiting to be learned. Which am I?	Facts
Nothing you do can quite make me see red, than helping my green nemesis instead. Who am I?	The Old Farmhand
Not the mightiest of swords but I impale the sky, I was here long before there were eyes. Firm in my place like Excalibur in the stone. My edges are sharp with many a clone. What am I?	Tree
Now that you're here, look to your right. Or left; choose one but don't delay. You mustn't stay here until night. Lest the fair folk come and spirit you away. Where are you?	Crossroads
Of lustrous leaves and shining rays, I enrapture all those that capture my gaze. What am I?	The Sun
One stays out and works all day, while the other rests and watches; still, they have something in common. What is it?	Honour
On some nights, the sky over Louise Hill will open, rain nourishes Bearnard's crops, wind puts an end to Calbet's arrows, and in flashes, the black-grey is replaced with what?	Lightning
Our songs fall silent on this frosted glen, echoes of another When. What can echoes teach us now? Look around, friend, and find out how.	Elves
Our stories shine like gold. Our hopes stem from lives lived well. But without each other's ears to tell, what fun is growing old? What are we?	Friends
Over and over, never-ending If you squint it's still descending It whirls, directionless, the path unclear Everything's a blur, where is it here?	Spiral?
Paws and claws and teeth and tails, sniffs and kisses from a wet nose, fur and fluff and beaks and scales, and teeny tiny bean-like toes! Which am I?	Animals
Riddle me this: I'm your best bet, your ally-maker, your charisma set, your confidence-faker: I'll lead you from harm. What am I?	Charm
Riddles, riddles, riddles: At the bottom of worrying, truth; but without me, you'll find no proof as the mind fiddles and frets What am I?	Knowledge
Riddle Time! Cause and effect; connect the dots right and left! Follow the branches as options cleft out of sight, only to pause, lose track, and re-link despite crossing back like Dawn chasing Night's theft.	Spiral
Rolling hills and verdant greens, The first villager that you've seen Is one very heart-warming bear, Who embodies this trait the best and cares.	Tenacity
Rooted deep underground, I grow and I anchor. When the cold comes round, I may wither. What am I?	Plants
Rumpled or smooth, purple or green, I'm perfect raw, pickled or steamed, what am I?	Lettuce
Running or still, sparkling or dull, thundering or as an ever-so-quiet whisper. What am I?	Water
See if you can solve this riddle. All around me, only space, and stars make up my brilliant face. What am I?	Galaxy
She has elegance and she has grace and she has more than a pretty face. Day after day, rain after shine, she perfects her technique and persists over time.	Lilia
She stands out from the crowd, Each experiment openly curious, And her crimes are downright proud, Though her true heart is spurious.	Buli
Some bathe in me; some worship me, and the roost's eponymous king extols me with his shrill voice. What am I?	Sunlight
Some need sun and some need shade, to be flooded, or watered gently, strongest in the desert or in glade, different seeds succeed differently. Which am I?	Plants
Some may say it's a funny thing, it's all about how the ways may swing. For you, better or worse, no matter how it twists and turns, it swings true to its words. Best for you to continue on your way, and you'll make it there someday.	Hope?
Sparks soar through the air Barely missing golden hair Another theory tested with flair In a scientific secret lair	Buli
Stars dapple my surface, reflections of the heavens above me. Though night is beautiful, vast, and deep, I harbor that which it can never have. Silver slivers swim through my depths, and friendly symphonies sing at my banks. What am I?	River
Stars intertwined, thoughts combined, many lose grasp of it.	Comprehension
Stealing turnips like a thief in action, Am I a child or a demon? Scientific experiments I perform, House yellow and blue in a thunderstorm. Very understanding am I, but also very sly.	Buli
Such as the rooster crows, such as the farmer sows. Each day we make our mark until the sky must grow dark. The rhythm of the beat is no easy feat unless this strength is what you meet.	Tenacity
Swords and slings clamored, armor singing, heroes hammered! When fear of battle strikes the soul, what keeps one bound upon their role?	Honour
Take a cloth of midnight blue, hold it taut before a light. Take a pencil, poke it through and in your hands you'll hold the night. The more you poke the pencil in you'll make the shapes sailors rely on. Two bears, a bull, a set of twins, two dogs, a crab, and a lion. Which am I?	Constellations
Tears and scrapes derail our goals. With whips and scorns does bad luck crack! But as triumph and failure both unpack, how does a hero balance these roles?	Tenacity
The two of us stand, in the background. Minding our business, fluffy and round. What are we?	Chickens
The fair folk flocked through sacred meadow and dale. Though we are long-gone now you may still learn from our tale. What were we?	Elves
The farmer works the days away, tending to the crop, but what is it he requires, in order to sell his harvest at the shop?	Charm
The fireflies outside my window Sway and glow and flicker In death and life they bring to me My people running quicker They bow to me, queen or king, And spring into my hold Single, double, cause no trouble, Close your eyes, let stories unfold.	-
The golden sand drips through the hourglass, with hope of joy and fear of sorrow. But either way the time will pass, one today is worth two tomorrows! Which am I?	Time
The horizon calls, adventure awaits. Today's the day we find our fates! But adventurers are fools without following through. Nothing finishes without me: It's true! What am I?	Tenacity
The miles and years cannot hold me. The reign of winter melts at my touch. The hope of another summer molds me. Much like lovers, fools, and such! What am I?	Warmth
The more you poke the pencil in you'll make the shapes sailors rely on. Two bears, a bull, a set of twins, Two dogs, a crab, and a lion. Which am I?	Stars
The Old Farmhand likes to say that I am the source of all things. What am I?	Knowledge
There was an old fellow who worked on a farm Has a beard, wore robes, and a very large hat But make no mistake, though a wand he has, Because a wizard, he is definitely not	Old Farmhand
The sky is just a void without me You need me to see me I am here day and night If you lose me, you lose sight	Light?
The smell of apples, the burning beat of war drums: what color grapples with a passion that hums?	Red
The stars do not ask how it is they came to be. The planets do not ponder their place in the sky. For knowledge, new and ancient, is within. We need only ask 'why?' Which am I?	Comprehension
The sun bows its head as the lion lifts her gaze. All who see her give her praise. Which am I?	Honour
The sun goes down; the town grows dark, Bearnard will frown at Buli's mark. Turnips taken with great pride, But in the sky I offer guide. What am I?	The moon
The sun goes up the plow goes down and soon the seeds sleep in the ground. The greens sprout up, but a thief creeps by! He wipes his brow, and heavily, sighs. But he won't give in - it wouldn't be right; There's turnips to be sown at sun's first light.	Bearnard
The sun rises up in Louise Hill There's one villager with a task to fulfill Out comes the shovel, out comes the plough Out comes the broom, and now- Wait, where's his hat?!	Bearnard
The two of us, we peck and pluck the grass below for bugs and such all day we search among the earth. It isn't this for which we search: A different meaning of the color that stains our beaks and shines high up.	Gold and the sun?
The way to the heart through words so sweet. Sugar in the soul, honey in the tea. For you, I would do anything. Which am I?	Charm
They say the mountain can't be climbed. I say I only need a rope. They say to give up now. But I won't while I have hope! Which am I?	Tenacity
They say the reason animals do not live as long as man is that they already understand from birth how to be kind to all. Which am I?	Honour
A thatch of gold crowns yours truly, when seeking answers best go to...	Buli
Though Bearnard may chase and scare away For turnips, little Buli's thieving hands come day after day Of the symbols gleaming four Which represents one who chases ever more and more?	Tenacity
Though Bearnard tills his crops all day his turnips up and walked away! we know, of course, to whom they go But why does Buli steal them so?	Magic
Though I seem simple at first inspect, upon badge, sleeve, flag, and shirt My bold lines do intersect To signify those who help the hurt.	Healer
Time for a riddle! Underneath you'll find a treasure, though my depths are beyond measure. What am I?	Ocean
Tiny points of heat and light. A glowing patchwork over the night. Can your wishes reach so far? If you believe, catch us in a jar! What are we?	Stars
Too little of me and I can ruin a whole year's worth of work. Too much of me can do the same.	Water
Try your hand at this riddle: Alone by mortal hands I fall, yet they be my disciples all. What am I?	Honour
Try your hand at this riddle: Unclipped I fly, unbound I run, earth beneath my feet, and above me, the sun. Who am I?	Bird
Two guards stand sentry in their post But these two show more strengths than most. In ability yes, but too in their bonds, When they look at each other, loving and fond.	Fantasia & Lilia
Vast as the sea, strong as the tide. Its forces pull Creation along for the ride! A universe expanding as eons increase. Look to the sky! Wonders never cease. What is it?	Universe
Want a riddle? I collect friends like Buli collects Bearnard's turnips. Who am I?	Calbet
Want a riddle? What does Bearnard become when he finds his turnips have been stolen?	Cross
We walk the cobblestones of Louise Hill, red and white specks in the green-filled scenery.	Chickens
What color are the leaves of the beetroot plant?	Red
When friends cross shores to get better. When months go by without a letter. When good times never restart. Hold on to memories with your...	Heart
What follows your every step, and shrinks when the crickets come out?	Shadow
When I see you don't be wary, Even though I may be a little hairy, Protecting my turnips day and night, Cause the thought of them gone gives me a fright	Bearnard
When planting crops, what is needed most when the water is lacking, when the sun is not shining and the ground is rough?	Tenacity
When you lie down, you see me A sight just beyond the trees If you leave, the same I will be Even far across the sea What am I?	Sky
I am in objects and in life, in people and in books I come from peace and from strife, and from the nobles to the crooks There's a bit of me in every truth you speak, and a bit of me in every story your ancestors tell And some people try not to let me leak, so they hide the cat in the bag with a spell What am I?	Lies
Why try once when I can try again? I'll try under snow and I'll try under rain I'll try when happy and l'll try in pain I'll try again even if I ever need a cane! Why must I stop when I could be the one? Why should I stop when I'm having so much fun? I can try however many times til my goal is done And no one shall stop me not even the sun! What am I?	Tenacity
Within the pan it glitters and gleams, gathering enough can help you reach your dreams. But more often than not, the pan comes back bare, no wealth do the streams for you spare. What am I?	Gold
With skin that shines as the starry sky and eyes as colorful and vibrant as the nebulae, who are we?	Galactic
You can’t fix your hair with honeycomb, and corn cannot hear with its ear, but those who call the sky their home, these confusing names are crystal clear. Which am I?	Galactic
You there, lass or fellow! What color is sand, amber, and brass?	Yellow
Inside us, enclosed a complex branching river when injured, it flows	Blood
I can break and I can shatter, I can be served on a silver platter, you may even wear me on your sleeve, but you wouldn't want me to ever leave, what am I?	Heart
Not meant to stay I pass away. The moment I go my beauty will show. Before I vanish I grant you a wish. Who am I?	Shooting star
Quietly and idly we sway and sway, and only in winter do we go away.	Leaves
My skin is indigo, my flesh green. My pulp is purple, my name primary. What am I?	Blueberry
Traveling across an ocean expanse, where one must navigate the endless seas, I may be but a speck, yet sailors rely on me. What am I?	North Star
Though gold and coins will be earned and tossed, toward shops and items marked at a cost, what once gained cannot be lost?	Knowledge
The abyss gazes into you, but I will allow you to gaze back without fear.	Comprehension
I eat to live but a drink would kill me, I leave destruction in my path. When people see me drawing near They attempt to give me a bath. What am I?	Fire
Staring up at the big blue sky Watching as the clouds go by I dream of finding my role But love is really my true goal Who am I?	Fantasia
Night falls over the field and farm, hang over your door a good luck...	Charm
Thump, thumb I beat Bump, bump I go My rhythm makes your life force flow	Heart
The feeling of sadness, As a wave of emotion hits, Just right above the indigo, Is where I choose to sit, What am I?	Blue
While most call me a vegetable, I am a fruit. Though I admit, I do taste good on your savory food.	Tomato
Hard working and very caring Sometimes duty can be overbearing I like to change up my design To help me relax and unwind Who am I?	Fantasia
You protect this rolling land with dagger and lance, A knight in shining armor, a rogue given a chance. You care for each other, you know what to do, Sharing great virtue, bravery in plain view.	Honour
Where horses tread and little sheep roam; They graze and sleep and call it their home	Pasture
Though I have no wealth, I leave silver in my wake. If you carried my burden, your back may break. Though here and there I slowly roam, I am always within my home. Who am I?	Snail
Up and down, for miles around, this color can be seen. Both hilltops high and fields flat are painted a lively...?	Green
From the darkened floor I unfurl to make for the light and in the silence bound make music only in name and heart. Make haste! For I last only long enough to run from supple tongue and then am too hard for teeth. Even so, I make the ground soft beneath your feet. What am I?	Tree?
I peck as the sun goes down I see the bear as they walk on by My body is white, who am I?	Chicken
Come now, dear child, I'm just a man. Oh these? Just robes-see? Just a man! Magic, Dear me, no not at all! Just a normal old man with a hat quite tall. Who am I?	Old Farmhand
Honor and Strength I'll give her my dagger If she takes my heart Who am I?	Fantasia
The east is where you'll find me, early in the day. The west is where I end, and where my head will lay.	Sun
I drift without reason, no matter the season; my shape is transforming, in afternoon and morning. What am I?	Shadow?
Your eyes see far out past the sky, One lovely midnight in late July, We saw them falling down, Bright as the city - they lit up our little country town And, I wanna see them again with you- Don't wanna another twilight to turn to blue, If you're not here in Louise Hill with me, I will follow your light my one true dream.	Embers
I will always reach for the sky, but never touch it, I will always search for the sun, but never see it, what am I?	Plants
I can beat without a drum and break without a sound. What am I?	Heart
I am known to those who search, But unknown to those who hold no wonder, Find me and content you'll be, Or end your pursuit and miss out on me.	Knowledge
Smoke bellows And sparks fly Dear fellows Don't let it die	Fire
The grassy hills are each vibrant green - but which color can you find hiding in between?	Blue
When you wander off the path I peek between your toes I stab you with a thousand blades but you only ever laugh at my savage attacks What am I?	Plants
Furry, fuzzy, ferocious claws scratch I fight for family, friends, and those I hold dear The happiness of my kin outranks my own Who am I?	Red
Fool steps into a hole, hidden on the hill. Didn't look where they went, and now are still. What do they gain so it doesn't happen again?	Comprehension
Springing lively from your bag A kettle, turnip, jug We'll journey through alongside you And greet you with a hug	Pets?
I march along, at steady pace When you have fun, I seem to race Beats of a song, I mark your place I rule the sun, and night's embrace Who am I?	Time
I drink the golden light above, to stretch myself far down below, when I compact my gifts with love, you'll find and take what I have grown. What am I?	Tunips?
Gem-eyed pot with secretive guise. A lonely thief that tells no lies. My path won't fall, but only rise. I'll help, even if I criticize.	Buli
I'm always moving forward, no matter how much you wish I would stop or go back.	Time
Though you may not see me, I'm always there, Not always visible, and away rather far, If you look up at night you may see me! What am I? Well, I'm a...	Star
It's family that you can choose, they'll never leave you or run loose, nothing will ever bring you apart, as the thing that binds you is your-	Heart
Some may think that I'm pretentious With hair so fine and looks conscientious Nay, I can't help my skill with people In my dashing home up, on this steep hill Who am I?	Calbet
Long stretches of nothing but grass, the hills seem to go on...	Forever
Wearied from your worldly travels, a town comes into view - rolling hills, friendly folk, and a sign in this bright hue.	Yellow
When ancient, much loved blades, of long dead warriors are left in places old and musty, And water drips down through, onto them, watch out, they may get-	Rusty
Always passing, everlasting, eternal, I stop for no one and I never stand still. What am I?	Time
On a color palette spread, I am the opposite of red.	Green
Who sings in the trees but does not speak?	Birds
The rooster crows Its crest flared and high Each warm fireplace aglow All their chimneys reaching for the sky The sun sets into the ground Leaving only the flaming hue	Red
Fields of bounty, green and rich Storms of plenty, horizon's breech But beyond those clouds, well and true The sunfilled skies will be forever...	Blue
Upon the cobblestone I trot, I come upon my favorite spot, I curl up, snuggle in, and whinny when sweet dreams set in	Horse
Draw your bow and aim your arrow, Set your sights upon the narrow. Let go of the bowstring, hope you don't miss- Success! You've hit the center of this.	Bullseye
I ventured from far, from there to here, I am busy tending to the fields, please do not interfere! Why are you looking at me like that, world-hopper, dear? I know of nothing, that much is clear!	Farmhand
I am the origin, of which life was born, the center of all that lives in my embrace. Warmth do I bring to all that I touch, from an unearthly cold and distant place.	The Sun
With my friend, I live here Encouraging and kind. Together we have tea And train all the time She accepts me open-armed Despite my rougher past. I've had my share of adventures It's here with her I can relax	Fantasia
Cabbage and broccoli, Lettuce and onion, Plenty of colors under the sun, But a common vegetable color is this one.	Green
When the light is gone and you've lost your way, Whether the moon is full or obscured, If you're lost never fret, I am your guide past sunset.	Stars
Whether I am forged through time or born through blood, No matter how far from me, you can count of finding love. What am I?	Family?
You lean against a fence, look up at the sky- something goes to waste Get lost watching the clouds as they pass the day grows darker as something continues- it doesn't wait What slipped away?	Time
Zap! Crack! Those sounds are hard to ignore. But are you brave enough to knock on *that* door? The house in blue, with a strange yellow roof/ she'll not be happy if you ask without proof.	Buli
Frolicking, prancing, green as leaf I came from a garden and occasionally bring you treats! Sometimes I'm angry, other times I'm glad Without you, world-hopper, I would have never left the land	Pets (Turnipling)?
Day after day, night after night, Buli strives for her experiments to come out just right. And whether or not things go just her way, she gains something special at the end of the day. What is it?	Knowledge
It's no easy feat, coaxing me from the earth within. But care for me well and nature's bounty I give.	Seeds/Plants
When my face is hidden by grey sorrow, I am unable to bring a warm morrow. I cannot gaze down upon the rolling hills and the day is filled with only chills. What am I?	Sun
The moon calls my name I gently wave to the shore Sailors ride me making fame Fishing to never be poor	Ocean
I enter your house when the lightning comes, along with the sound of roaring drums. I take no space but I fill your place, and fade away as time succumbs.	Thunder
For bubbling brews hidden behind the wall, A door cracked open may be your downfall. Contraptions and graphs, a countless collection; A scientist's thoughts, beyond your...	Comprehension
They say a mountain can't be climbed, I say I only need a rope. They say to give up now, but I won't while I have hope! Which am I?	Tenacious
The king is old, the king is bright. Teaches plants to grow with all their might. But sometimes sorrow clouds his mirth, and weeps onto the thirsty earth. What is he?	Sun
Stick with me and you will see, there's no contest, I agree. If you want a "cool hopper" degree, there's no better teacher, guaranteed. Who am I?	Calbet
I am the thing that binds a king to their people. Without me, there is ruin.	Honour
We're slow, very slow, everyone will say. Yet we're quick to appear come a rainy day.	Snails
She lives beneath shadows' heavy hue Beckoning you to rise again anew Every dawn brings yet again another day Who is the one that guides your way?	Sun
I begin from nothing and take years to build, but I can break in just a moment. What am I?	Trust
During summer, he's like your feet. On the hill, he's like your friend. Perhaps tenacious to a fault, To his farm, you help him tend.	Bearnard
A little ball that's green when peeled, purple when mashed. What color is it when it meets you?	Blue (Blueberry)
We share dinners and training sessions, each other's sorrow and joy. The warmth we bring to Louise Hill is obvious to everyone - we are not coy. What do we really share beneath it all?	Love
Inside I start this shape Emboldened, I break through and begin to uncoil Growing straight towards my goals Of stealing looks and admiration	Plant
Into dirt falls the seed, And let time tick away, Then in the ground and through the weeds Are turnips ripe to stay! What am I?	Growth?
You stand there, facing down the sharp point of Lilia's trusty lance. My meandering shape enchants you despite the danger. What am I?	Spiral
The warmest one with the coldest complexion, the fire's centre, its one objection. Some say it douses, others that it ignites, the all of them are in their rights.	Blue
I am the one thing Fantasia dislikes in Louise Hill. I belong in the ground, not the sky! It's unnatural!	Rain
Shell of iron, rusted sheen, physician's bane and worm's delight. What am I?	Blood
When the night falls and farmers head to their homes, Chimney smoke and smells of dinner rise from the welcoming...	Hearth
In this orchard, a range of vibrancy Apples of every kind, as far as the eye can see From appetizingly warm red to a cooler green Yet, of all the colors present, one remains unseen A gentle, lonely thing, and I think you know who The color missing from this orchard, it's the color...	Blue
I live in the hills and in the trees, Chirping and singing my beautiful melodies	Birds
Fantasia darts for cover, what unnatural thing comes falling from the sky?	Rain
Stare deeply at me, and you will find yourself falling asleep. Which am I?	Spiral
Daggers bright and lances bold, Leather warm and armor cold, Pointed ears and flowing hair, But what do these two warriors share?	Love
When contained, I am no threat. But keep me small, lest I become a beast, and cannot be decreased.	Fire
I am green in my youth, but golden as my beard grows, which will not be cut until the Reaper comes to harvest my kin in summer's last throes. Beaten and threshed, my husk floats away on the wind. What am I?	Wheat
Put the veggies in a sack, never leave behind a track. In a garden on the hill, you'll be caught if you stand too still!	Buli
My mother was a cloud, my father was wind; my sons are the rivers, my daughters are crops. The rainbow is my bed, and the earth; my resting place. Yet, I'm never truly gone. What am I?	Rain
From greenest of grass to a lovely feast From feaster to supper for a hungry beast And yet even does the great beast fall And become part of the soil all From the soil the grass does spawn And so continues this gluttonous yarn	Time
Carrots are such curious little fellows, with their color mixed from both red and...	Yellow
A head of green hair with no shoulders to sit on Covered in leaves, but I'm not a tree There's many layers to me, but there's only one thing I can be What am I?	Cabbage
The echoes of lions thrum through our veins, our valor far above worldly wounds and pain, glory eternal, let justice reign, one last stand, our hearts set aflame	Honour
From pots onto turnips, the drip quickens. I am a creator, not a destroyer.	Buli
Made of something not quite there, swirling higher in the air. Not a gas, but a light, to brighten up this darkened night. Scared they are, animals in the grove. But not the ones whom my existence they wove. What am I?	Fireflies or Lantern
Watcher over fields of sprouts Turning over soil Making all the turnips grow Is in a day of toil	Bearnard
Climb the ladder up to me Fox dearest come be Up here with me Don't you agree That you and me Are meant to be Climb the ladder up to me	Fantasia and Lilia
Cows and farmers, birds and trees, They count their days by seven. The thing they need to live their lives Falls from the clouds in heaven.	Rain
Upwards everyday we reach, Fingers stretching towards the sun, Carpet underneath your feet, We are the planet's largest lungs.	Trees
Heres a riddle for you, Never resting, never still. Moving silently from land to hill. It does not walk, nor run. All is cool when it is done. What am I?	Time
I pass by too fast for those at the end of the line; I pass by too slow for those at the start of the path; I cause wood to rot and houses to fall; I am measured, I am checked; What am I?	Time
Sneaking, sneaking, through the dusk, Tiptoeing around piles of dirt, Furtive glances left and right, Turnips disappear with a sly smile. Who is the thief?	Buli
I'm a broom with a ribbon either red or green, combine five of me and what colour can be seen?	Gold
Over the fields I hear the wolves howl The winds do not yield as dogs are on the prowl Rake in hand, I give a loud shout Each word a demand but in creeps the doubt As paws make their way over my crop, I do not stray, I will not drop	Tenacity
Calbet likes to partake in archery To practice his aim, he uses me! What am I?	Bullseye
As the stars rise, and the sun falls, They emerge, and howl their calls. Lambs, rabbits and deer, beware! Listen from afar, do not stray near. What are they?	Wolves
Remains one colour all year around, unlike its cousins who bloom and fall with the changing seasons, all day and all night, it holds its ground and maintains its true hue which is...	Green (Evergreen trees)
A trail I leave, My home I heave I may lack speed	Snail
As the river flows, As the forest grows, As the day and night goes, I go on and on, never-ending, written in poetry and prose.	Time
I own a pet that reminds me of myself when I was young. Who am I?	Old Farmhand?
I send you out to do new things, gain wisdom, learn, and grow your wings. With beard magnificent and grand, who am I, then?	Old Farmhand
There is always time to change your ways I was someone else, in my early days Do not regret the time you've spent But know that you can choose something different No matter when or where, or what age Its never to late to turn the page	Old Farmhand
I work tirelessly till the sun goes down, But there's a turnip thief in this relentless town. Will I ever get a break? With all these turnips what will she even make?!	Bearnard
Summer, fall, winter, spring I march on endlessly I've been called a river A measurement, Fast and slow Into eternity I flow What am I?	Time
Day by day, the sun beats yet you must keep going, through this sweltering heat Gardening pick prying seemingly forever at the earth, for a hearty supper of turnip stew over the hearth.	Tenacity
A twitching nose, A flash of tail, A flutter of wings, And even a snail... We're all around you if you're observant enough! Who are we?	Animals
I fall but I have no weight. I give color but I have none. What am I?	Light
Grow and steal me, cook and eat me, Turn me in for your desires - That is totally okay. But once you animate me - You need to go another way; Love and feed me, pat and please me, That is what it requires. What am I?	Turnip
Tending to the fields all day But missing supper is a crime Have to keep these thieves at bay If only I had this to keep the time!	Wristwatch/Clock?
You sit and watch me sway. I breathe in your laughter and dance, each exhale clambering through the chimney tops, until it is time to sleep. What am I?	Fire
She's an experiment connoisseur, She waits to see what outcomes occur, She works every day, Never takes a break to go play, But, who will ask you to help her?	Calbet
Care to answer a riddle as old as time? Rims and rounds. Cut and in-between. I am time and Age. Growth within a wooden body.	Tree rings
Slowly, steadily, moving forward there is rarely time to spare. However I do enjoy the good things like eating leaves, and sweet fresh air.	Snail
The Knight's way is the only way, a bloodline to be secured. As red as the blood flowing, a girl's heart beats fiercly to protect those who need protecting, and those who are protectors have...?	Honour
To grow a turnip of perfection don't fret in consternation take heed of information- you'll need my intervention!	Buli
Every morning without yield The Farmer heads to her field She tends the crops and feeds the stock And works until she is fit to drop She heads home confident of a job well done And prepares herself for the morning yet to come The farmer has this incredible knack For a virtue so many lack	Tenacity
Though time has it's ceaseless toll, his eyes burn as bright as his soul. What wonders have those blue orbs seen? Things of which we can only dream. But now at the setting of the sun, when all is finished and all is done, he rests among the rolling hills, where all is peaceful, calm, and still.	Old Farmhand
From my fury comes death and destruction, yet the blackness I leave behind can give chance to new life. What am I?	Fire
My favorite spot? A grassy knoll overlooking the town. It's perfect for picnics! Who am I?	Calbet
Turnips may walk and disappear, but a farmer who cares about his crops will never give up on planting them here.	Bearnard
Some things will never come to an end. Sometimes we need to depend on a friend. These bonds are strong long after we're gone, what are they?	Love
Turnips, rutabags, beets, potatoes, and carrots... Root vegetables come in a rainbow of colors! But which color is missing?	Blue
Fit the veggies in the sack, never leave behind a track. In a garden on the hill, you'll be caught if you stand too still!	Buli (Turnip Thief)
Nectar of the Gods Brought forth from nectar of the bugs Many many workers working night and day the flowers would not bear the fruits of the labour if not for their-	Tenacity
I work my fingers to the bone till all my turnips are plump and grown At times, thieves throw me for a loop but nothing beats turnip soup!	Bearnard
Dig, dig, dig with your sharp claw paws. Wriggle your star shaped nose! Find those worms and gobble them up, thus the life of a mole. What color is this mole's nose?	Red/pink
Swooshing tail and distant past, a reputation that won't last, even the bravest make mistakes, chest out, breathe in, face your fate.	Fantasia
You wear me on your sleeve. You weep when I am broken. I am the one thing you cannot deceive. Only true words have I spoken. What am I?	Heart
Giving us light, giving us hope In dark times, helping us cope Although sometimes out of sight, After the storm, it's shining bright	Sun
Flowers and showers, Seas of yellow bees, Fresh apple ciders, Goves of green trees. All of the world's wonders at their peak, What season do these evoke?	Spring
Very green and very clean, I live under a golden gleam. My lovely sheen is kept prestine by a dedicated one-man team.	Bearnard's turnip?
Out all day in high sun, There is no time to have fun In the fields there is work to be done The turnips rely on my care I'm just a solitary, lonely....	Bear
Prepared to fight with perfect stance, The knight holds tigher her shining lance, Willpower at full capacity, She won't give in through sheer...	Tenacity
Setting aside my paper and ink This time, there's nothing I need to add I think. Time to sign it off with a graceful finish I need to be careful to avoid another blemish. Another glance, another check, I hope she wont notice that stray speck. Here I go to send the letter on its way, I'm thrilled to see her reply some day.	Tenacity
Day after day, night after night, Buli strives for her experiments to come out just right And whether or not things go just her way, She gains something special at the end of the day What is it?	Knowledge
Master of finances, Wielder of Weaponry. Adores she who carries lances, A blush creeps when she smiles so pleasantly.	Fantasia
Thought I have no wealth, I leave silver in my wake. On my back a mighty burden, but I have no spine to break. Though here and there I slowly Roam, I am always within my home. Who am I?	Snail
The road you see lies unknown ahead You do not know to where you might be swept Nor in which direction you might be led And you will never know Unless you take the first step	Crossroads
My cradle's dirt From which I came Though was alive New life I gained	Plant
Snickety snack, Practice blades cross paths, Here at the training grounds, This trait will be cultivated when found.	Honour
Plump or misshapen, I'm loved by bears, sprouts, and sprites. If i'm to be used for magic, I'm stolen away by whose hands?	Buli
While my request may seem quite unruly, I'll help out those who are here newly, And note down the results of these experiments duly, My name is...?	Buli
Sweat, Grit, and shimmering hair - every regime carried out with great care. Brawn and beauty upon whom friends can depend. Of course! It must be...	Lilia
My stalks billow in the wind To our farm, prosperity I bring Harvested by scythe then ground to dust What Colour am I?	Yellow
In a flash of magic, When five become one, What hue tints Bearnard's fancy new duds?	Red
Some say I go too far I say, no such thing The good outweighs the harm The good, the good, that knowledge brings The ends they do, justify the means What am I?	Buli
I am the sunset, And its sweet passion I am a ripe apple, Coming to fruition I have the beauty of roses, And the warmth of fires I lie in the core of people, The pure ones and liars What am I?	Red
For hardworking farmers on hot, sunny days My presence is seen as a blessing.	Breeze
Freedom is what I desire, and maybe friends, to be admired, to be the strongest, coolest, best, just to be special, like the rest.	Calbet
Water and earth feed me, the sun transforms me. A vegetable is not I, though I may look like one in your eyes. What am I?	Tomato
Growing, seeing, all would be impossible without my aid. I cast shadows on the rolling hills, I greet the farmers every day. I Will still be there when the hills have all decayed, And I will watch the farmers' great-grandchildren play.	Sun
I start as a feisty spark In the light or the dark Guided by a mere gust As growing, my comfort, trust Flourish, I begin to rise What am I?	Fire
The necks of the flowers, The hair of the trees, The fur of the meadows, The bodies of peas	Green
Till the soil, Plant the seeds, Water and feed, Until the crops grow full. Harvest them, And begin anew	Tenacity
Little missy on my hand, my veggie crops you do command; with laquered shell and wings so sheer, all aphids know to run in fear.	Ladybug
A tasty little earthy treat, Treat me right, and I'll be sweet! Thumping to your heart's own beat, I ask you this: What veggie am I?	Beetroot/Raddish
Buzzing bugs with a taste for blood Are picky eaters, did you know? Their snack of choice is no bud nor spud. What they really prefer is... Oh!	Blood
To climb takes little will, and no fall's a hard spill, The pathless walk can fulfill, it's fun to roll down a...	Hill
I am endless, deep and vast; and you only see me in the past. What am I?	Space
I see you from afar, persistent as you are. Peristent as I am, you will not leave my sight - least my efforts follow your path. Who am I?	-
The hundreds of golden children neatly tucked around the walls of a tower; wrapped in a green blanket to protect them from the cold	Corn
The night sky promised the sun, "We shall never meet again", so every morning and evening, the colour of promises blooms on the horizon. What is it?	Red
Who am I? Across the sea, through thick and thin, The past matters not, There's more to see, to re-begin, Right here on this plot.	-
Under cloak of night with stars burning bright, a few turnips here for my delight. Whisked away into my lab, words quickly scribbled onto a pad. A quickened turnip provided to a stranger, shedding light on unknown dangers. Who am I?	Buli
I will guide you and your men, from coast to coast, follow me and your destination will soon appear. Me and my many siblings wish you a safe return, Look up to see us shine. What are we?	Stars
We grow in pods, but have never seen the seas, we are plucked against all odds, what does your kind call us?	Peas
Born under the mantle of night, I am the gift of each new day; The sweet child of earth and mist, doomed to quickly fade away. To flowers I am a string of pearls, I hang like a diamond from each grass; The first rays of sunlight pierce me, I am as clear as purest glass. What am I?	Dew
After the freezing winter, I approach, quietly. Snow melting away, warmness filling the air. Flora and fauna can all sense my arrival, Signalling the beginning of another nature cycle. Growth, awakening, these are words that are used to describe me, I bring greenery that covers the land as far as the eyes can see!	Spring
A juicy fruit, sweet and tart, cut it in half to make a heart.	Strawberry
Above heads of transquil dreamers, invisible at dawn, Far-off, faint and feeble, from the sun, they stay withdrawn As the blue, cloudless haze dons its silk black down, Boundless cosmos shine their light down. What am I?	Stars
Like a field, like a home Cultivation is required Love, tender care, Gentle hands, a gentle heart.	Love
As the day goes by, you always have an eye on a particular thing, Worrying if you're late - or if you're early, perhaps - What is it?	Time
As harvest-time approaches, an autumnal color encroaches. When selling crops of this lucrative hue, you'll find that your pockets begin to fill with it too!	Gold
I do not shine nor do I sparkle, yet I am a treasure sought by many. With a little love and a little sun, you can have me aplenty. Tell me, what am I?	Plant
I fuel the winds harsh glare and rain stars upon the sky. I have the harshest glance, freezing you within moments.	Winter?
In this season, farming slows When field are topped by powdered snow. With no work to cause him stress, Bearnard takes his well-earned rest.	Winter
Will I live or die, will I sprout or linger? You can probably tell by the color of your finger!	Plant
The largest window in town casts a lovely golden light on the paths. What shape is it?	Cross
A humble farmer watches over his crops One by one, they leave on legs of root If not then, a young girl comes with a sack And he'll never ever see them come back What does he feel?	Sad
O! My summer dream My garden gleaming in the sun! All facing the same rising star Your loveliness, second to none The roses red may shine like rubies Hydrangeas blue as the summer showers But all would fade in your canary rays! O, My beautiful...	Summer days
I heard you like riddles? Well, I'm found on a fiddle! Or if you don't like strings, I also grow in the spring. What am I?	Fiddlehead
I don't know where my journey stops , Only where it begins My cyclic fate's a figure eight, I symbolize no ends. What am I?	Infinity Symbol
They say the apple never falls far from the tree, But that's the last thing my parent wants to see. They hope you'll come along And blow until we're gone So I can take root where the wind carries me.	Wind
My past fraught with mysteries, I witnessed histories. But with garments of blue, I desire something new; Now I tend to crops in peace.	Old Farmhand
The coolest in town- no, in all the land A rogue turned trusted and loyal friend The farmer always working hard All three have this in common. They are?	Honour
What's this? A flower in my hand? Could it be for a Twinkle in your eyes and a smile on your lips?	Charm
I am shallow as the stream, and run deep as the sea. From the first to last breath, most think me hard to obtain; but few find we are all one and the same. Like a vein of pure gold, had both by young and old, I am something everyone holds.	Charm?
I ripple and sway in the wind like the surface of the sea I stretch endlessly across the hills as far as one can see What am I?	Grass
I spend all my days guarding your vegetable bed - there's no brain in my head, so what is there instead?	Straw (Scarecrow)
Neither shining star nor mottled fur Nor sparkling gem do we wear Nevertheless, we do our best To support our friends and be fair	Human
I'm a cloud on the ground and I follow crooks around.	Honour (Honour among thieves)?
Deep in the earth, or above the soil Grows something to chew Or something to boil What am I?	Turnip
Within Fantasia and Lilia are seeds planted deep, fertilized by sun and rain. With care I bloom into a vibrant flower, radiating warmth into their hearts. Entangled by roots, their spirits become one part. What am I?	Love
I am hidden below the ground, and high up in the trees. I am sought after by the rabbit, and tended by the bees. I am healthy in the raw, and healthy under heat. I am foul to some, and to others, a treat. What am I?	Vegetables
Some things stay, and some things go. Some things last, and some things don't. Will things change? I might know, as only I can tell.	Time
The blush upon their cheeks as they watch her train, the smile they share as the sun sets , painting the skies.	Fantasia
Born in the light Cut off by night My grin so bright Gives you a fright.	-
From east to west I travel duly, but I never seem to backtrack truly. This one path I take each day, you cannot make me go the other way.	Sun
Without me, crops will never grow, but watch for signs before I show. If caught in me you'll not be warm. Beware the coming of the...	Storm
I am the smallest of lions, with a mane grown white and wild. But by summer's end, I am bare and bald.	Dandelion
Through the most bitter season, stark and white Through cold howling winds and eerie moonlight Like a lighthouse in the storm, I'll keep you safe and warm	Fire
I collect many needles, but I am no seamstress. I'm friends with the snow, but I am no rabbit I gather water from fog and drink it all up Sometimes you see me off the path All triangles and points What am I?	Pinetree
I was here before the farmers, uprooted and displaced, and when I try to grow back, I'm seen as a nuisance and get plucked out of the earth all over again. What am I?	Weeds
This is no magic here, no magic anywhere near here. No magic in my robes and no magic in my toes. Who am I?	Old Farmhand
Stumbling with each step, feeling cold and weak. Forward you move to wherever is ahead. Rain pouring down on your face, you ignore your aching feet. Upon your arrival, you fall down, the clouds disappearing. With the last bit of your strength, you rest under a tree. The sunshine shines through the leaves. What made you persevere?	Tenacity
If you ride with me at your back, you'll get to your destination swiftly. Ride against me, however - and you'll have quite a troublesome trip! What am I?	Wind
A restful spot for a farmer's seat, a delicious snack for horses to eat.	Hay
I have for you, a little task; be honest, kind and all the rest, just do your best and be your best. What might it strengthen, you may ask?	Honour
I fill hearts with desire and greed, but I will provide you with all you need. A trade in the dark, and a shine that's bold, I line your pockets, I am your...	Gold
The straw in the hat, the shifting of wheat over the hills below. The essence of the lazy summer, embodied in my glow.	Yellow
Cat as black as coal, sleeping in the sun. Soft ears twitch at slightest sound, ready to awaken if mice are around. What color are the feet of its prey?	Pink
This quaint little town, I call my home Every day here I feed and roam. Sometimes, I see a turnip get plucked. But I'm afraid all I can do... is sit here and cluck. What am I?	Chicken
Here's a riddle for you, Never resting, never still. Moving silently from land to hill. It does not walk, nor run. All is cool when it is done. What am I?	The Sun
I am a sage that never learns, and a rose without thorns. I am a spear that never slaughters, and a bay with no water. What am I?	Herbs
Found in pauper, merchant, king of vital importance to all I bring and when from rivers I do leave I give all cause to grieve. What am I?	Blood
Before worldhoppers, I was the only thing in this world that could hatch. What color is my heart?	Yellow (Egg)
Child of the earth, apple in the ground, I can be lumpy, waxy, purple, or round.	Potato
Every single one of us is different A new, unique arrangement of the clouds above what are we?	Snowflake
I bear no ring nor jewelry fair, naught but dew adorns my hair, and hard I seem here in my lair, except for one soft grumpy bear.	Bamboo
I grace the top of well-baked treats, and any place where things are sold. I am the hue of crowns and kings. What am I?	Gold
By any other name, I would smell just as fresh, yet my thorns could still draw this color from your flesh.	Rose
Though rogues and lancers may seem an unlikely pair, these two noble warriors have something few share. What is it?	Honour
When I collide with the ocean, land is born.	Lava
As falling rain muddies the fields, the farmers relax to harvest come morrow, a distrustful eye stares at the sky. Who does it belong to?	Fantasia
I give life to this earth, and in the end will take it too, what am I?	Sun
One, two, three, four, Bearnard's closing up his store. Five, six, seven eight, Turn of the lights it's getting late! Nine, ten, eleven -- hey! Someone's sneaking 'round the fields again! Happened once, times a dozen -- Catch the theif, they've got a lecture comin'!	Buli
The sun dips below the horizon Sky and fields awash in orange and crimson I tow my barrow away with the produce of today Seeking it's comfort afer a long hard day	Fire
I smell of golden flowers and taste oh-so-sweet. A delicacy for bears, I'm a sweet little treat!	Honey
I touch the ground and fizzle away Through the chilling winds I usually sway It's far too warm to hold my ornate form For among icy days is when I am born.	Snow
Nocked and ready Tried and true Hold it steady And shoot through	Calbet
I sit and watch, and without a sound, convince the crows to leave. I do not scare, as my name suggests, but find a common ground. Charisma and beauty are the real appeal; soft words and brighter smile, convince the crows to fly away, and peace will always be found.	Scarecrow
I am the farmer's curse and the fool's garden. I return as often as I am removed. What am I?	Weeds
It is no easy feat, coaxing me from the earth within. But care for me well and nature's bounty I give.	Plants
Dinner time! The knight is setting the table, the fox is gathering food. They work together to make the meal, careful not to spoil their appetites. What is the color of their relationship?	Red (Honour)
A smile, careful flattery, stone hearts beware Patience, maybe they'll be caught unawares	Charm
Wisdom and hard work, They all play a part, But you'll never get anywhere, If you haven't got heart!	Heart
I have no voice with which to speak, yet I can grant you all you seek, be treasure, honor, love, or fame my lure will catch them all the same. What am I?	Charm
When you've got a pretense, who will you confuse? When honest folk are dense, which words amuse? When they're on the fence, how do you make them choose?	Charm
A kiss is my color A blush is the same A warm hug's another What is my name?	Red
Days in the sun, sand and waves. Bugs come back, but those are great. With all this heat and time to play, What I am?	Summer
Day and night, night and day, we just peck the earth away. Looking for some yummy bugs, what's the color of our combs?	Red
Where the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, to the earliest hours to the latest of nights - he works and works until he feels satisfied. What will the hardiest of turnip farmers be feeling no matter what?	Tenacity
Furrows carved into the earth A kindly farmer sighs with mirth Crops may wilt when days are dry What helps the turnips stay alive?	Water
The color of the sky, up so high. Sometimes golden, or with a reddish hue, but you know me when I am...	Blue
Bring me veggies, steal them if you must! I care not for the trouble it causes when it does come knocking, I trust A few honeyed words, for my work does not allow for pauses	Charm
I want to see them smile. I want to share every moment with them. I want to give them comfort and care. What is this that I am feeling?	Love
Pumping through your veins Working through great pains, Without me, you won't survive At which answer will you arrive?	Blood
Twisting down from the clouds, leaving destruction in its wake, only to disappear as the sun breaks through.	Tornado
Under my reign, grass rustles, smoke curls; flowers bend and sails unfurl. What am I?	Wind
I'm with you each day though I may not be near. If I weren't there at all it would be quite clear. I help your beautiful garden grow, I show up each day with my blinding glow.	Sun
Secret whispers amongst the glade, sneaky chitters which are made - when you pass through, you may find us following true, exploring your way and the dawn of a new day. What are we?	-
Some see me as a pest, some see me as decoration, and some see me as food. I can be taller than you will ever be, but I will rarely look down upon you until my burden is too great. You see me most often during summer, what am I?	Dandelions
When I am young I face the sun! I greet it with a smile each morning. As I grow old, my nech stays stunned. But my seeds are worth the farming.	Sunflowers
He toils in his farm every day, Happily farming away, But a sneak comes along, And stealing is wrong! He hopes he can catch her, he prays. Who is he chasing?	Buli
Some call me a mother, others a supernatural force. My creations are all around, In sound, the town, they are abound.	Mother Nature?
I can create a blindness with anger, passion with love, and a fear of heat when tasted or touched. What am I?	Fire
Two close friends, both well-trained, Their love for each other is unrestrained. Together they are a formidable pair, What is the trait that they share?	Honour

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