Just as Goose has begun to settle, he spies Sol's overly enthusiastic (read: dangerous and scary) approach and immediately leans further and further away. Eventually he commits and scrabbles back to his paws, body low as he hunkers down in submission of the beast. He saunters off, wary glances tossed over his shoulder, before he dips towards a wood pile. He fights to crawl between the stacks, hiding beneath the shelter an overhanging tarp offers, creating a den from the supplies as a safe base from the dragon.
With some chattering among the men and longer breaks between the fire users turning their magic loose, as a group, and with Iskra's nod, they determine that they are mud free. It's dirt and dust rather than wet slop that each rake and shovel turn over, and a small cheer of accomplishment and some hands thumping on shoulders celebrates the task. Baby steps are key to breaking down this monumental undertaking, and even though it might just be step one they've finished, it's something they can cross off, and there's a certain amount of pride and excitement about that. "Alright!" Iskra announces, fire magic snapping shut, the golden shimmer of his abilities retreating into his veins like sediment that's settling in a river. "Everyone needs a tool in their hand now, we're gonna grade this so it's all even and flat, make sure it's ready to take a foundation."
Sure to put his actions where his mouth is, he reaches for one of the nearby shovels. Using it to pry up any mounds of dried mud into cracked and scattered dirt, he works alongside the troop of laborers to begin to smooth out and flatten the ground that will be the base of the tower. A good foundation is key, and they all step back every so often to look at it from all angles and perspectives to be certain.
Iskra and the men shovel and rake the dirt smooth
With some chattering among the men and longer breaks between the fire users turning their magic loose, as a group, and with Iskra's nod, they determine that they are mud free. It's dirt and dust rather than wet slop that each rake and shovel turn over, and a small cheer of accomplishment and some hands thumping on shoulders celebrates the task. Baby steps are key to breaking down this monumental undertaking, and even though it might just be step one they've finished, it's something they can cross off, and there's a certain amount of pride and excitement about that. "Alright!" Iskra announces, fire magic snapping shut, the golden shimmer of his abilities retreating into his veins like sediment that's settling in a river. "Everyone needs a tool in their hand now, we're gonna grade this so it's all even and flat, make sure it's ready to take a foundation."
Sure to put his actions where his mouth is, he reaches for one of the nearby shovels. Using it to pry up any mounds of dried mud into cracked and scattered dirt, he works alongside the troop of laborers to begin to smooth out and flatten the ground that will be the base of the tower. A good foundation is key, and they all step back every so often to look at it from all angles and perspectives to be certain.
Iskra and the men shovel and rake the dirt smooth
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