[PQ] [RQ] certain angles of light

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Contemplating and considering around another croissant, he hemmed and hawed over the particulars. But in the end, it likely wouldn’t do much good to rush on something just because he could - a poorly honed construction system would likely fall apart soon thereafter, and he’d have to start over anyway. “We could try it. And it probably would not take long to create. By then, we may have better ideas anyway.” And individuals who weren’t tired of seeing endless snow and earth. “Thank you,” and he wrinkled his nose towards Elizabeth, juvenile and in jest. “Would you prefer to help oversee the construction, or head back into the dirt?” He moved over a few feet, granting room, hands already busy creating and contorting a metallic system that she could help stake and tarp down with others if she was over the moving of loam business. As for Iskra, he persisted and continued amongst his fellow workers, and by the end of it, they had wheelbarrows full, ready to load, and whisk away. The area itself was clean and ready – and would be even more so once the remnants were unfurled elsewhere, and there was a cover in place until the next parts were completed. “Looks good,” Deimos rumbled from his overseeing portions. “We can get rid of these portions, clean up, and we should be done for the day.” -- Round 7 The digging is done! Elizabeth has a choice of helping construct the barrier (Deimos has created the materials) with workers or help unload the wheelbarrows. The rest will go dump the dirt! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace