When his first couple of seed-tosses failed, Hadama paused to reconsider his technique. He had water magic but not air magic and for once he felt the lack keenly. "Hmm..." He took his time considering his options before settling on a decision. Why work against the wind when he could work with it instead?
He swam to the far bank of the broad river and, with the wind at his back, attempted to scatter another few handfuls of seeds. Hopefully the breeze would lift them a little further up on the shore now. If the wind shifted or calmed he could swim back and seed the bank where the mangroves were being planted. They weren't in a hurry, and if he could work with the Greatwood instead of against it the job would go both more quickly and more successfully.
Or so he hoped.
He swam to the far bank of the broad river and, with the wind at his back, attempted to scatter another few handfuls of seeds. Hopefully the breeze would lift them a little further up on the shore now. If the wind shifted or calmed he could swim back and seed the bank where the mangroves were being planted. They weren't in a hurry, and if he could work with the Greatwood instead of against it the job would go both more quickly and more successfully.
Or so he hoped.
