Maybe if he had Mastered Water Magic the permafrost would be more amenable, but he was content with what he already had to work with. As far as he knew there was no prize for finishing first, but plenty of reason to take his time and do things right rather than fast. Hotaru's direction to make the floor slope was a good one, but it was taking a lot longer to get down to that level than to the seating level. Sweat beaded on the bard's brow as he reached for the earth, attempting to drag it from the ground and having to stop more often to work large rock and boulders free individually first before he could maneuver a chunk of frozen soil up and out the door. There was more work for magic and for shovel alike, and he was very soon shedding a few layers.
Isuma grew bored of his slow progress after awhile and the little white-and-blue gryphon flew to visit the other workers, landing on the ropes in Weaver's room to peep encouragement to the hard-working warrior as she battled the beeswax before fluttering out to the main room to offer Deimos a sympathetic cuddle against his shoulder at the dropped timbers.
She remained there for the time being, watching the two humans at their work and hopefully bringing a bit of much-needed luck to the proceedings while her companion continued his slow but steady fight to dig a hole.
Isuma grew bored of his slow progress after awhile and the little white-and-blue gryphon flew to visit the other workers, landing on the ropes in Weaver's room to peep encouragement to the hard-working warrior as she battled the beeswax before fluttering out to the main room to offer Deimos a sympathetic cuddle against his shoulder at the dropped timbers.
She remained there for the time being, watching the two humans at their work and hopefully bringing a bit of much-needed luck to the proceedings while her companion continued his slow but steady fight to dig a hole.
