// You'll never be alone — Even when your world explodes //
It was done. The dirt had been pulled back like the peel of an orange, the ripe spot for the hot springs ready underneath the tedious shifting and grading of the soil. At Deimos' rumble of approval, Iskra lifted a hand in recognition, too weary to manage anything else. He stood, beaded in sweat and crusted with a shell of dust over every inch of exposed skin, catching his breath for a moment. He moved back to the water table once more, guzzling eagerly along with many of the other workers, each exchanging some tired pats on the back. This labor was for each of them, all of them benefiting from this reclaimed jewel of Halo.
Glancing sidelong at the plans in passing, he smiled at both Deimos and Elizabeth, kneeled over in ideas and soon morphing those into reality as new materials and structures began to raise around him. Still keeping it simple, Iskra went back with the other workers to their favorite dirt, the last dregs of their strength reserved for this final sweep across the area. Wheelbarrows churned under the guidance of tired hands, and mules brayed as carts swayed with the rocks and debris piled in them. Goose trotted along with Iskra, his snout brown from some digging he had done earlier (it had actually been tossing the dirt back in, content as he kept Iskra company through the final labors of hauling off the extra earth.
Iskra hauls away dirt!
Glancing sidelong at the plans in passing, he smiled at both Deimos and Elizabeth, kneeled over in ideas and soon morphing those into reality as new materials and structures began to raise around him. Still keeping it simple, Iskra went back with the other workers to their favorite dirt, the last dregs of their strength reserved for this final sweep across the area. Wheelbarrows churned under the guidance of tired hands, and mules brayed as carts swayed with the rocks and debris piled in them. Goose trotted along with Iskra, his snout brown from some digging he had done earlier (it had actually been tossing the dirt back in, content as he kept Iskra company through the final labors of hauling off the extra earth.
Iskra hauls away dirt!
ISKRA
// 'Cause after all the smoke clears — I will be right here //
