// now I've been crazy, couldn't you tell? //
They were off to a good start. Elizabeth made swift progress on the first quarter of the porch, perhaps thanks to get clever use of telekinesis. With all the easy sections done, she could choose to keep working on the rest of her half, or try to tackle the underside of the boardwalk, where thicker vines coiled around beams in hard to reach spots.
Even without magic to air her, Lyra too did good work. Perhaps the prospect of a coffee break helped spur her on, because the first quarter of her end of the porch was soon freed from the vines. Just like Elizabeth however, she too would need to decide whether to tackle the underside first, or untangle the railings first.
Meantime, what had seemed to be a quick task turned out to be anything but for Maea. After carelessly handling the vines she discovered the painful way that blackberry brambles had mixed in with the rest of the creepers, and in her caution to not get tangled up completely, she was forced to slow down, such that only a fifth of the stairwell was cleared.
"Watch out for thorns," she warned the others, stepping away for a moment while sucking on a bleeding knuckle. "If either of you want gloves, they're in the crate over here." Fetching a pair for herself, she went back to work, wielding a handsaw and careful application of fire to combat the thorns.
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Elizabeth and Lyra clears off a quarter section of the porch, and can choose to tackle the other quarter, or to clear vines off the underside first!
Maea is slowed down by thorny brambles, with only a small portion of the stairs clear to show for her efforts. She offers gloves to the others and gets back to work.
Even without magic to air her, Lyra too did good work. Perhaps the prospect of a coffee break helped spur her on, because the first quarter of her end of the porch was soon freed from the vines. Just like Elizabeth however, she too would need to decide whether to tackle the underside first, or untangle the railings first.
Meantime, what had seemed to be a quick task turned out to be anything but for Maea. After carelessly handling the vines she discovered the painful way that blackberry brambles had mixed in with the rest of the creepers, and in her caution to not get tangled up completely, she was forced to slow down, such that only a fifth of the stairwell was cleared.
"Watch out for thorns," she warned the others, stepping away for a moment while sucking on a bleeding knuckle. "If either of you want gloves, they're in the crate over here." Fetching a pair for herself, she went back to work, wielding a handsaw and careful application of fire to combat the thorns.
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Maea is slowed down by thorny brambles, with only a small portion of the stairs clear to show for her efforts. She offers gloves to the others and gets back to work.
Maea
// I threw stones at the stars but the whole sky fell //
