As he brought the third bucket of clay to shore, Phoebe's voice reached him and he looked around for the ropes. Spying them on the shore he inclined his head to her in an agreeable nod. "Yes." He'd seen such bridges around Torchline and it was easier to visualize, now, what sort of span they would be constructing. He settled himself on a large, flat stone alongside the bank, his tail draped mostly into the water and his torso dry while he pulled the ropes over and began to assemble them.
He was not, perhaps, as adept as a true sailor would have been at tying the appropriate knots, but his large fingers moved with slow confidence as he tied and tightened and moved on to the next. He was patient and careful, the lessons of his mother's seaforge serving him well in other tasks, and the mermanta soon had a steady rhythm going as he constructed what he thought might be the bridge's future frame.
Hadama works slowly but steadily to assemble the ropes as Phoebe directed him.
He was not, perhaps, as adept as a true sailor would have been at tying the appropriate knots, but his large fingers moved with slow confidence as he tied and tightened and moved on to the next. He was patient and careful, the lessons of his mother's seaforge serving him well in other tasks, and the mermanta soon had a steady rhythm going as he constructed what he thought might be the bridge's future frame.
Hadama works slowly but steadily to assemble the ropes as Phoebe directed him.
