The final, merciful defeat of the memory mud into something inert is such a massive release of thank fuck energy that she sags into the handle of her shovel for a moment, admiring the outcome of her wrath. It's satisfying at long last, and she takes a beat to do nothing more than gather breath and composure once more. Muttering something about mud needing to know its place under her breath she wipes her arm over her forehead, slicking back sweat born of effort and humidity and trying rather unsuccessfully to sweep away hair that's become too wayward. With a long heaving sigh she steps back, reclaiming the shovel from resting post to work horse once more.
She resumes the slog of hoisting one shovelful of muck at a time into her bucket, trudging to the outer areas to dump it back where it all belongs, in the roads and not the courtyard walkways. "Beginning to think we're trying to empty the ocean at this rate," she remarks idly to Sunjata as he approaches, the complaint buried in the shared misery they're all dealing with. The addition of his water sends the mud collecting in one area more, cleaning the spaces behind it, but it also makes all the mud wetter, heavier, stickier. As her shovelfuls become soppier, she raises a haggard look to him. "I could grab a hose and you could shovel the heavy shit next time," she suggests with a threatening feigned heave of the mud his way before she swings it back around to the bucket, resuming with the dirty work until it's done.
shovels mud
She resumes the slog of hoisting one shovelful of muck at a time into her bucket, trudging to the outer areas to dump it back where it all belongs, in the roads and not the courtyard walkways. "Beginning to think we're trying to empty the ocean at this rate," she remarks idly to Sunjata as he approaches, the complaint buried in the shared misery they're all dealing with. The addition of his water sends the mud collecting in one area more, cleaning the spaces behind it, but it also makes all the mud wetter, heavier, stickier. As her shovelfuls become soppier, she raises a haggard look to him. "I could grab a hose and you could shovel the heavy shit next time," she suggests with a threatening feigned heave of the mud his way before she swings it back around to the bucket, resuming with the dirty work until it's done.
shovels mud
Colt
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
