Hadama set to work immediately, needing little more than his muscles and the occasional precise application of his trident to loosen the remnants of the Void that were all that remained from Rae's cleansing Lilly. He pulled them off the railings and pried their desiccated roots from the planks of the platform. He worked quietly but with an air of determined productivity as the shrine was freed from the echoes of corruption. The tainted growth was scoured from every surface with painstaking attention to detail until all of it had been detached and piled off to the side.
Nearby,Sah's raven form was just what the situation atop the altar called for. If he had tried to climb up in his human form his weight might have caused more damage to areas that were already weakened. Instead, his sharp avian eyes were able to identify the trouble spots before he touched them, letting him get an idea for how many shingles needed replacing and where the small structure needed reinforcement. Once he had thumbs again, the repairs went smoothly and soon the little alcove that sheltered the altar was looking strong and renewed.
With local guides happy to help her find the finest merchants - and to carry the supplies afterwards - Nova would have no trouble obtaining the materials for making lanterns in honor of Safrin and Vi. Paper in rich colors and of smooth grain, silk as thin as a butterfly's wing, and glass as clear as air all made their way into her hands, along with delicate cages of black iron and silver, and slender sections of aromatic woods. Beneath Nova's clever fingers the raw materials came together into lanterns as unique and beautiful as her mother's constellations, form and function transforming into something truly worthy of a shrine.
Having watched his fellow volunteers while he worked, Hadama was beginning to get a glimmer of their strengths and preferences, and in spite of his serenely stoic expression his smile was warm in his eyes. "We are almost done," he rumbled. Indeed, the sun was down now, and their light came from the rising moon, the stars above, and Nova's lanterns scattered around her. "I will clean the platform." Between the broken bits of vines, the damaged shingles that Sah had removed, and the leftover odds and ends from Nova's crafting there was quite a bit to sweep up. "Can you carry down the loads?" he requested of the Halovian before turning to Safrin's daughter. "And will you hang your lanterns around the platform and near the altar?" Her aesthetic sense would dictate how the light fell and in which order her lanterns were seen by those coming to pray at the Observatory.
Round 4!
Hadama will sweep up and gather all the trash, ratty old lanterns, and broken vines into one place.
Sah, can you cart it all down off the tree? It may take a few trips, but you could find a basket or container to help you with in the Village.
Nova, it's time to let your lanterns shine and hang them up around the shrine!
Nearby,
With local guides happy to help her find the finest merchants - and to carry the supplies afterwards - Nova would have no trouble obtaining the materials for making lanterns in honor of Safrin and Vi. Paper in rich colors and of smooth grain, silk as thin as a butterfly's wing, and glass as clear as air all made their way into her hands, along with delicate cages of black iron and silver, and slender sections of aromatic woods. Beneath Nova's clever fingers the raw materials came together into lanterns as unique and beautiful as her mother's constellations, form and function transforming into something truly worthy of a shrine.
Having watched his fellow volunteers while he worked, Hadama was beginning to get a glimmer of their strengths and preferences, and in spite of his serenely stoic expression his smile was warm in his eyes. "We are almost done," he rumbled. Indeed, the sun was down now, and their light came from the rising moon, the stars above, and Nova's lanterns scattered around her. "I will clean the platform." Between the broken bits of vines, the damaged shingles that Sah had removed, and the leftover odds and ends from Nova's crafting there was quite a bit to sweep up. "Can you carry down the loads?" he requested of the Halovian before turning to Safrin's daughter. "And will you hang your lanterns around the platform and near the altar?" Her aesthetic sense would dictate how the light fell and in which order her lanterns were seen by those coming to pray at the Observatory.
Round 4!
Hadama will sweep up and gather all the trash, ratty old lanterns, and broken vines into one place.
Sah, can you cart it all down off the tree? It may take a few trips, but you could find a basket or container to help you with in the Village.
Nova, it's time to let your lanterns shine and hang them up around the shrine!
