I will still be here, stargazing
"I can handle clearing the boughs," Iskra said swiftly, the confidence in his line of work clear, after they had all shared the problems at hand. He grabbed for the axe at his belt, its metal head gleaming like a smile as he began to head East and gazed at the tree limbs in question. "To be safest, someone should hold them while I cut.". Although Iskra was certain he could maneuver the limbs to fall in a certain way when cut, his work usually didn't have the risk of ruining buildings, since he worked out in the wilderness where a flaw on his end just meant a harder time for himself. Though he was lazy by nature, which meant he did everything possible to avoid making his life more difficult, there was always a chance he could be wrong and he'd rather not get exiled from this lovely city on his first visit.
In a deft motion, Iskra clambered up a nearby tree, his weight balanced evenly on various boughs and lumpy trunk protrusions. With axe in hand, Iskra began to cut into the offending branches, his motions swift but deliberate, the outcome of constant practice.
At least now he knew the trees would not eat him.
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Iskra starts to clear some of the boughs over the houses, but did ask for someone to assist by holding the branches he's working on.
In a deft motion, Iskra clambered up a nearby tree, his weight balanced evenly on various boughs and lumpy trunk protrusions. With axe in hand, Iskra began to cut into the offending branches, his motions swift but deliberate, the outcome of constant practice.
At least now he knew the trees would not eat him.
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Iskra starts to clear some of the boughs over the houses, but did ask for someone to assist by holding the branches he's working on.
Iskra
