One room down, two to go, and so Jigano moved onto the second room that Loren had indicated needed a fireplace installed. Excavated? Molded? The bard wasn't quite sure what to call what he was doing, but he was glad that his magic could help make the process go faster and more smoothly than trying to tear out a wall and expose the rooms to the outside cold so that fireplaces could be rebuilt into them.
Stripping off a layer as the exertion got to him, the bard was still muffled under several more sweaters as he flexed his fingers and reached for the stone, closing his eyes to better 'feel' for the shape of weaknesses and stressors within, to better shore them up or work along the lines already provided as he used the previous room's experience to guide his magic with a more confident hand. Fire and Earth and Creation, melding into a soaring melody in his heart as he pulled and pushed, shaped and raised, burrowed and crafted the fireplace with its mantle, dampener, and wind baffle.
Or at least, tried to.
Stripping off a layer as the exertion got to him, the bard was still muffled under several more sweaters as he flexed his fingers and reached for the stone, closing his eyes to better 'feel' for the shape of weaknesses and stressors within, to better shore them up or work along the lines already provided as he used the previous room's experience to guide his magic with a more confident hand. Fire and Earth and Creation, melding into a soaring melody in his heart as he pulled and pushed, shaped and raised, burrowed and crafted the fireplace with its mantle, dampener, and wind baffle.
Or at least, tried to.
