A laugh is the only answer Zavien receives for his own addition to the joke as Iskra and others get about to preparing more correctly sized wood. They handle it all, little wood, big wood, long wood, short wood, thin wood, thick wood, soft wood, and hard wood. Nearby, Goose indulges Sol in a game of keep away chase with the ball. Reluctant at first, the dog's approach cautious and sometimes leaping back, full of low grumbles and meager tail wags, he does finally dash forward and seize the ball, effectively becoming 'it'. He dashes away, play-bowing after a few strides and glancing back at Sol before continuing on. A time or two, if Sol's pursuit proved too effective, Goose abruptly abandoned the ball to the dragon and would hunker down for a moment before turning it around and chasing after the dragon in turn.
As the days conclude, the dog and dragon's play has solidified, and Iskra is sadly out of wood to get a good grip on. The frame is ready, and Iskra surveys it with a small smile and a tilt of his head as he scans from floor to ceiling. He glances back as Zavien lays out their new plan of attack, as it were, and as Thorn hops off to dispense bricks like a manmade pez machine, Iskra swipes up a bucket of mortar and a trowel, "I got the goopy shit!" Pairing up with Thorn, he finds a pattern to match the other man, glancing over every so often at other brick layers to ensure he's doing it all correctly. "Can't say I'm as experienced with this form of building, but not looking too shabby." He makes the idle small talk as he lobs the muddy adhesive onto the layer of bricks, dragging the trowel over to smooth it and scraping off the excess with decisive swipes.
Iskra does the mortar w/ Thorn's bricks
As the days conclude, the dog and dragon's play has solidified, and Iskra is sadly out of wood to get a good grip on. The frame is ready, and Iskra surveys it with a small smile and a tilt of his head as he scans from floor to ceiling. He glances back as Zavien lays out their new plan of attack, as it were, and as Thorn hops off to dispense bricks like a manmade pez machine, Iskra swipes up a bucket of mortar and a trowel, "I got the goopy shit!" Pairing up with Thorn, he finds a pattern to match the other man, glancing over every so often at other brick layers to ensure he's doing it all correctly. "Can't say I'm as experienced with this form of building, but not looking too shabby." He makes the idle small talk as he lobs the muddy adhesive onto the layer of bricks, dragging the trowel over to smooth it and scraping off the excess with decisive swipes.
Iskra does the mortar w/ Thorn's bricks
Iskra
