"I can take the anchoring," Jigano offered cheerfully, flexing invisible fingers against the strings of his earth magic and feeling it rise to the occasion. "You might want to stand outside them until I have them sunk, though." Because while there were certainly more mundane ways to do it, he was still learning to make use of his new magic, pushing limits and finding ways to refine his abilities.
When the other men were at a safe distance he pressed his hands into the earth, feeling where the weight of the stalls pressed down upon it and softening the ground beneath, carving it away so that the structures sank a few inches down, far enough that no gust of wind or drunken bump from a party-goer would shift them, at least, as he pushed the soil back into place along the boards to hold them firm.
He rose and shook his hands, looking to the shelves and counters with a thoughtful focus as he considered how sturdy they were compared to last year. Dirt wouldn't make for good supports, but how interesting would it be to have a few young trees or thick vines growing up to provide a little extra support? He hadn't brought his bag of seeds, though, and--
The thought, the desire, the will combined to spark something new within him, catching in the earth to wake life where only the memory of seeds had been before. Vines curled up from behind the stall, growing thick and swiftly as they crawled up the back of the boards and then over the top, drooping down to braid beneath the shelves in a living framework of extra support for what might be placed there.
"Ah... that's... new," he murmured, blinking as he channeled the new growth with fingers that twitched and flexed in an effort to weave the woody vines where he wanted them to go, so they didn't overrun beyond his vision and intent.
When the other men were at a safe distance he pressed his hands into the earth, feeling where the weight of the stalls pressed down upon it and softening the ground beneath, carving it away so that the structures sank a few inches down, far enough that no gust of wind or drunken bump from a party-goer would shift them, at least, as he pushed the soil back into place along the boards to hold them firm.
He rose and shook his hands, looking to the shelves and counters with a thoughtful focus as he considered how sturdy they were compared to last year. Dirt wouldn't make for good supports, but how interesting would it be to have a few young trees or thick vines growing up to provide a little extra support? He hadn't brought his bag of seeds, though, and--
The thought, the desire, the will combined to spark something new within him, catching in the earth to wake life where only the memory of seeds had been before. Vines curled up from behind the stall, growing thick and swiftly as they crawled up the back of the boards and then over the top, drooping down to braid beneath the shelves in a living framework of extra support for what might be placed there.
"Ah... that's... new," he murmured, blinking as he channeled the new growth with fingers that twitched and flexed in an effort to weave the woody vines where he wanted them to go, so they didn't overrun beyond his vision and intent.
