[PQ] rivers belong where they can ramble

Deimos Deimos wisely made no comment on the herald of disaster comment; merely arching a brow and struggling to diminish a smirk threatening to flicker over his features. An ill-time for humor, perhaps, but with everything else coursing around them, light moments were hard to come by. He muffled it just the same, maneuvering onward as the snicker was tugged away, and Zuriel followed close behind, before tucking herself at a safer distance. Burros, collapsing hillsides, and potential flooding were something else to entangle – not the tempestuous plunge of fire and flinthoppers, but ushering in another trial and tribulation. The beast figured he preferred this one – no gods involved, no sicknesses lingering, nothing else to be found but viable solutions. He scrutinized the layout, keen eyes drifting back and forth, not forgetting Juniper in her arrival either, brandishing a nod while he was distracted by other modicums and machinations. “I can try to work on the dam.” Operative word on try, given his own mixed results in success lately. For a man who prided himself on control, precision, might, and power, there’d been a serious lack of refinement in his prowess. He could blame the affliction for now. Moving upwards, so he stood along the banks closest to portions of the partial dam, he began to slowly utilize his earth incantations, hoping to remove pieces without abrasive motions, lifting them one by one, in minimal proportions. -- Deimos offers to help with the dam, and tries to use his Mastered Earth magic to slowly and gently remove small pieces of earth at a time. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime