// You'll never be alone — Even when your world explodes //
In-between the dirt hauls, Iskra would come back each time and find more of the new structure arranged and secured. He lifted a hand against the sun to glance up at it, appreciating the hard work and the design crafted by them. Given all the sweat poured into this, he couldn't wait to use the springs once they completed in full.
Dusting off his hands, Iskra grabbed another treat from the table as Deimos gave the last bout of instruction for this phase of the project. Stuffing the remaining pastry in his maw, eager to be done, Iskra set about to gathering the tools along with everyone else. He piled his in the wheelbarrow he'd been using, and any other larger rocks he didn't like in the dirt still. Beside him, Goose trotted happily with a gangly, dried root he'd found amongst the clearing. Iskra smiled, patting the top of the dog's head.
He hauled his container of tools and rocks towards where they were all being deposited, to be stored back in the tool sheds they'd come from originally. Iskra waved at some of the workers in thanks, and ducked out, finally complete. Stiff, sore, tired, he made his way back to the table for one last drink of water and a snack for the road home, to his bath. "We'll have to have a spa day to recover, once it's done," he grinned at them. "Until then, I'm gonna soak myself to sleep." Elizabeth's compliment was warming, and he offered her a raised hand in thanks, "you too!"
Iskra puts away tools and grabs a snack.
Dusting off his hands, Iskra grabbed another treat from the table as Deimos gave the last bout of instruction for this phase of the project. Stuffing the remaining pastry in his maw, eager to be done, Iskra set about to gathering the tools along with everyone else. He piled his in the wheelbarrow he'd been using, and any other larger rocks he didn't like in the dirt still. Beside him, Goose trotted happily with a gangly, dried root he'd found amongst the clearing. Iskra smiled, patting the top of the dog's head.
He hauled his container of tools and rocks towards where they were all being deposited, to be stored back in the tool sheds they'd come from originally. Iskra waved at some of the workers in thanks, and ducked out, finally complete. Stiff, sore, tired, he made his way back to the table for one last drink of water and a snack for the road home, to his bath. "We'll have to have a spa day to recover, once it's done," he grinned at them. "Until then, I'm gonna soak myself to sleep." Elizabeth's compliment was warming, and he offered her a raised hand in thanks, "you too!"
Iskra puts away tools and grabs a snack.
ISKRA
// 'Cause after all the smoke clears — I will be right here //
