[PQ] rivers belong where they can ramble

Deimos Just a little more – fragments remaining in the rivulet, and then they might be able to coax the water back into an even flow once again. Concentration aimed to hone, to become keen and precise, to layer and lacquer the focus upon dispelling the dirt, the loam, the soil, and the components left behind. Except Loren seemed to have issues, and his head came up, gaze riveting to the water now bombarding into the earth he’d been painstakingly carrying away, and the Sword could see the weakness in all of it now. Feeble, delicate, flimsy; and so he poured more, more, more of the Mastered components into stabilizing the damned thing. Reinforcing, as he’d done in so many other instances; ignoring the onslaught of warnings ringing through his mind. Even then too, he attempted to splinter off some portion of the water incantations in his veins too, to assist Loren in holding back the water, in just giving him a little more time. Zuriel, impressed the burros listened, was instantly torn. She could hear, feel, and sense the impending cataclysm surrounding the General, and she’d been eager to help the Fae out of boredom. A snort and a nod was granted instead, loyalties no longer so fractured after a moment, another coaxing muzzle and movement to push the burros onward, and then she trotted back towards the other fools. -- Deimos tries to use his Mastered Earth to reinforce the dam while Loren restabilizes the water, and tries to use a little Mastered Water to help Loren too. Zuriel helps with the burros one last time before returning to Deimos/Loren, assuming they’re going to hurt themselves. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime