Flora
"Oooh, stunning." Olivia Cooke Flora agrees, and while she'd be absolutely fine with tentacles everywhere, it's probably wise to have the fountains that are going to be the most accessible be vaguely less contentious.
Or not, she really doesn't care, it's just stone.
"We could do a kraken and a big leviathan intertwined and call it the lovers." She suggests, waggling her eyebrows. Maybe nearer to where the Northaven was usually moored.
Stepping back from Ronin's duplicate, those Torchers with water and earth magic had gotten their portion of the fountain prepped such that water happily blurbled up into the sands just waiting to go somewhere. "Well, you heard the man." The queen says, waving her hand towards Mateo before letting the botanist and his group once again dictate the where and how of their design.
Quickly a massive hippocampus came into life: the spray of the water jetted out from its tail as its forelegs thrashed up into the sky, it's head tossed back and its deep sea-blue eyes glistening in the sun.
On and on they went until there were only a handful of fountains left to create (three, if my math is right). "Okay, now what Signor artista?" Flora asked, though it came out sig-nora arteesta.
Time skip!
Three fountains left, what shall this one be Mateo?
Ronin, keep laying the foundations!
Or not, she really doesn't care, it's just stone.
"We could do a kraken and a big leviathan intertwined and call it the lovers." She suggests, waggling her eyebrows. Maybe nearer to where the Northaven was usually moored.
Stepping back from Ronin's duplicate, those Torchers with water and earth magic had gotten their portion of the fountain prepped such that water happily blurbled up into the sands just waiting to go somewhere. "Well, you heard the man." The queen says, waving her hand towards Mateo before letting the botanist and his group once again dictate the where and how of their design.
Quickly a massive hippocampus came into life: the spray of the water jetted out from its tail as its forelegs thrashed up into the sky, it's head tossed back and its deep sea-blue eyes glistening in the sun.
On and on they went until there were only a handful of fountains left to create (
Time skip!
Three fountains left, what shall this one be Mateo?
Ronin, keep laying the foundations!
What a shame,
didn't want to be the one that got away
didn't want to be the one that got away
Code stolen from Queen Sky
