// You'll never be alone — Even when your world explodes //
The digging was hard, and dull, but... no actually there wasn't anything positive about it. He did not complain though, aside from a few involuntary groans and grunts from time to time as his shovel caught in unexpected ways or he leaned his weight against an uncooperative wheelbarrow. Gods why did it seem like barely filling them made them so damned heavy? His arms were lead, the muscles weary from the day prior and tiring faster, but pushing through the aches helped break it up and loosen the otherwise cramping portions. It felt ok now, but it might feel like the logging mule cart ran him over when he woke up tomorrow. That was tomorrow's problem though.
As Deimos called for a break, likely feeling his own compounding weariness—Iskra hoped at least, or perhaps the Resurrected Sword was just merciful—Iskra happily dropped his shovel against the nearest wheelbarrow. Smearing sweat and dust from his cheeks against the inside of his sleeves, Iskra did his best to freshen up a bit before reaching for the water at the table. He sipped deeply, his earlier choice of cocoa a stupid mistake with all this manual labor, maybe it was why he felt like sludge. He splashed some of the water on his face, rubbing is against his beard as he felt a rising itch.
New cup of water in hand, he joined Deimos near the spread out paper. Iskra glanced over the plans as he sipped slowly now, but he felt no fresher ideas than the ones he provided earlier. "I'll stay where I'm of better use," Iskra said easily, placing his water to the side as he reached back for his shovel and resumed the task of moving dirt from point a to take it to point b.
Iskra will keep digging!
As Deimos called for a break, likely feeling his own compounding weariness—Iskra hoped at least, or perhaps the Resurrected Sword was just merciful—Iskra happily dropped his shovel against the nearest wheelbarrow. Smearing sweat and dust from his cheeks against the inside of his sleeves, Iskra did his best to freshen up a bit before reaching for the water at the table. He sipped deeply, his earlier choice of cocoa a stupid mistake with all this manual labor, maybe it was why he felt like sludge. He splashed some of the water on his face, rubbing is against his beard as he felt a rising itch.
New cup of water in hand, he joined Deimos near the spread out paper. Iskra glanced over the plans as he sipped slowly now, but he felt no fresher ideas than the ones he provided earlier. "I'll stay where I'm of better use," Iskra said easily, placing his water to the side as he reached back for his shovel and resumed the task of moving dirt from point a to take it to point b.
Iskra will keep digging!
ISKRA
// 'Cause after all the smoke clears — I will be right here //
