marked me like a bloodstain
Hours go by and as they do, tempers flare, emotions rise, and morale begins to fall. There are cries of hopelessness, of what's the point? and even a few suggestions of getting in boats to go to the new island and raise some hell. These outbursts are mostly shortlived, and yet as Flora calls out to soothe these sentiments away, she can't say she doesn't entirely understand them. "Listen, quicker we do this, quicker we can get drinks, right?"
Whatever Dorian and Hadama decide to do with their respect tasks is entirely up to them. As it stands, nails, glass, and splintered wood still litter the sands, and despite Hadama's careful oversight, as the hours go by the citizens become less and less concerned with putting things in the correct piles and more concerned with food.
Maybe that's a better job befitting a king? Or at least, this King in particular?
Given the molten metal pooling around the tiger, few workers want to get close to Edmund, more or less leaving the ancient on his own. Of course this means that those in charge of ensuring the area is free of harmful debris aren't around to do their part, such that the tiger will find his paw suddenly neatly impaled by a twisted nail.
Hadama, will you swap with Dorian? Or perhaps work to arrange some food so we all don't get hangry?
Edmund, for better or worse because of all the dripping metal coming off of you, no one wants to work with/near you and you've stepped on a nail.
Whatever Dorian and Hadama decide to do with their respect tasks is entirely up to them. As it stands, nails, glass, and splintered wood still litter the sands, and despite Hadama's careful oversight, as the hours go by the citizens become less and less concerned with putting things in the correct piles and more concerned with food.
Maybe that's a better job befitting a king? Or at least, this King in particular?
Given the molten metal pooling around the tiger, few workers want to get close to Edmund, more or less leaving the ancient on his own. Of course this means that those in charge of ensuring the area is free of harmful debris aren't around to do their part, such that the tiger will find his paw suddenly neatly impaled by a twisted nail.
Hadama, will you swap with Dorian? Or perhaps work to arrange some food so we all don't get hangry?
Edmund, for better or worse because of all the dripping metal coming off of you, no one wants to work with/near you and you've stepped on a nail.
