// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
The second that smoke wafts toward the courtesan, he seems to shoot straight up as if trying to peer through the grasses and the mounds, trying to determine where exactly it’s coming from. Either way, he knows that it’s too close if he can smell it so strongly, and his seafoam gaze immediately flits over to look for Zavien shortly after.
Their eyes meet and as Zavien runs over to meet him, Thorn is nodding and immediately backtracking for a moment, reaching out to tug the Accepted with him should he come with. “Yeah, s’a real fire!” He confirms vocally, gritting his teeth as he tries to think and think. He has no magic to combat this, but he does have some amount of wits, enough to hopefully make it work out.
His green gaze squints before he looks back toward the dig team behind them still back at the bog. “We can try and wet the grasses enough that they won’t catch.” He looks back toward the bog and the swampiness that had sunk him in mud the day previously. “Or! Wait!” He pauses, stepping over to collect the dirt with his hands and promptly moving back to start spreading it across the grasses where they intend to build the road as they’ve scouted – hoping that by flattening it enough with the mud that it’ll be a distance far enough to stop the fire in its tracks. He gestures for Zavien to do the same. “Pack the grasses down with mud and we can make a barrier it won’t cross?” Dirt didn’t burn, right? Unless it was mixed with other things.
Hawthorn suggests creating a barrier using mud from the bog/swamp area to flatten the grasses and keep the wildfire from spreading completely across!
Their eyes meet and as Zavien runs over to meet him, Thorn is nodding and immediately backtracking for a moment, reaching out to tug the Accepted with him should he come with. “Yeah, s’a real fire!” He confirms vocally, gritting his teeth as he tries to think and think. He has no magic to combat this, but he does have some amount of wits, enough to hopefully make it work out.
His green gaze squints before he looks back toward the dig team behind them still back at the bog. “We can try and wet the grasses enough that they won’t catch.” He looks back toward the bog and the swampiness that had sunk him in mud the day previously. “Or! Wait!” He pauses, stepping over to collect the dirt with his hands and promptly moving back to start spreading it across the grasses where they intend to build the road as they’ve scouted – hoping that by flattening it enough with the mud that it’ll be a distance far enough to stop the fire in its tracks. He gestures for Zavien to do the same. “Pack the grasses down with mud and we can make a barrier it won’t cross?” Dirt didn’t burn, right? Unless it was mixed with other things.
Hawthorn suggests creating a barrier using mud from the bog/swamp area to flatten the grasses and keep the wildfire from spreading completely across!
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
