It's the job that's never started
Iskra and Hawthorn's responses bring a smile to Zavien's face, sensing that they truly are content with their situations. It lifts some of the worry, the burst of forceful laughter from Thorn's comment nearly coming out as a snort. "That's great to hear. Just let me know if it gets to be too much."
He lifts another pile of bricks, grunting softly when it settles against his chest. His voice sounds compressed with the pressure as he walks the load towards the pulley. "I'd guess we have a little over a week left of work. We're making much better progress than I expected." Plopping down the bricks on the platform heading up, Zavien looks to Thorn and Iskra. "Don't tell Erika, but I think she might have something to do with it." With a wink and a sweep of the scene, he excuses himself to check on the workers up top, ready to trek up the stairs.
The days continue to pass in similar rhythm: wake up, coffee, move bricks, lay bricks, lunch from Erika, move bricks, lay bricks, dinner, sleep, repeat. A few mornings are accompanied again by a light drizzle of rain, but the people continue to work tirelessly through it, using what magics they have to push through. And before they know it, the upper floors are coming into view, the pulley trips becoming longer, communication between the ground and current floor becoming reliant on messenger birds or dragon companions, and the people stopping to gawk at the Tower growing in the center of their city. Still, the energy persists, the anticipation growing with each passing day that the top floor approaches.
The middle floors are finished. Work on the upper floors!
Pick a task:
1. Load/unload the pulley with supplies.
2. Operate the pulley.
3. *Gasp* Lay bricks.
He lifts another pile of bricks, grunting softly when it settles against his chest. His voice sounds compressed with the pressure as he walks the load towards the pulley. "I'd guess we have a little over a week left of work. We're making much better progress than I expected." Plopping down the bricks on the platform heading up, Zavien looks to Thorn and Iskra. "Don't tell Erika, but I think she might have something to do with it." With a wink and a sweep of the scene, he excuses himself to check on the workers up top, ready to trek up the stairs.
The days continue to pass in similar rhythm: wake up, coffee, move bricks, lay bricks, lunch from Erika, move bricks, lay bricks, dinner, sleep, repeat. A few mornings are accompanied again by a light drizzle of rain, but the people continue to work tirelessly through it, using what magics they have to push through. And before they know it, the upper floors are coming into view, the pulley trips becoming longer, communication between the ground and current floor becoming reliant on messenger birds or dragon companions, and the people stopping to gawk at the Tower growing in the center of their city. Still, the energy persists, the anticipation growing with each passing day that the top floor approaches.
The middle floors are finished. Work on the upper floors!
Pick a task:
1. Load/unload the pulley with supplies.
2. Operate the pulley.
3. *Gasp* Lay bricks.
as takes longest to finish.
Zavien
