DEIMOS
Eira and Belial’s version of “helping” turned out to be the equivalent of nonsensical and herding cats. Blessed they might have been in their predatory demeanors, but the gods had not granted the peryton logical thought patterns, and if the griffin was following after him…well.Let’s just say the ningos had met their match when the two companions came bustling in, all fangs and wings, and the birds didn’t move. Not an inch. Unimpressed, some even folded their heads under their own tufts of feathers and began to nap.
Seeing it all through the bond, Deimos had to muffle a laugh while he orchestrated his own tasks. Starting from the precipice of the cracks, he began filling it in with more earthen wares, creating, maneuvering, and tending to the stones with his usual competency.
Meanwhile, Noah and his fellows snagged at more rocks, permitting the Sword a measure of success, capable of utilizing them to finagle portions to where they needed to go. A much sounder structure by initial motives and means.
It all started to fall apart on the concrete end – for while the mixing was successful, thereafter was not. While Alys did well tending to everything, her designated assistant tripped, and subsequently fell, up-ending the bucket until the foundational layers were spread…out over the snow.
Turning his head from his work, the Sword’s brows arched. “You all right?” Maybe Noah could go over and help too…
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Eira and Belial were not successful in driving off the ningos.
Noah and Deimos have been successful. Deimos will continue to use the stones and rocks to assist with the wall.
Alys’s helper has tripped over the bucket and up-ended the mixture. Maybe start again?
No post order!
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
