Oh, the tension between the women was palpable, and Jigano was glad that the tasks would not bring them together, at least at first. Hopefully the job at hand could help to keep them focused on something other than whatever feud lay between them – he knew bits and pieces of Melita’s tale, but had no names to with it – and he and Caiside could help to diffuse things so that nothing exploded in the construction of what should be a holy place. He smiled at the elk’s greeting, waving to acknowledge it before he considered the best allotment of tasks for each person’s skills.
Melita was an experienced hand at mixing mortar. She might have been somewhat messy about it, but she had a deft hand at knowing how much of the powders to add to the melted snow as the fire brought it up to temperature and she mixed her thick, sludgy brew like an enchantress at her cauldron. Fangorn would find himself toasting nicely by the flames, though as the snow melted and the mortar began to thicken Melita would find the supply of wood dwindling and the mixture hard to maintain at the right consistency unless she could find more fuel for the fire.
Kiada andCaiside were lucky in their search. Kiada found a number of stones that came easily from the soil, but though the elk had an impressive size and was comfortably harnessed, his hooves struggled to find traction on the snow and ice as he sought to pull the increasingly heavy sled behind him. It would take several trips to amass the rocks they needed, and on the final trip one of the runners of the sled became caught in a hidden dip beneath the snow and cracked off the sled, tipping it sideways and sending their load sliding off towards an ice-hidden basement of a ruined house where they would be difficult to retrieve if it couldn’t be stopped.
Jigano finished his digging and wiped his brow as the frozen earth finally succumbed to the blade of his shovel. The post he had chosen came from a naturally fresh-fallen log in Ludo’s Woods, a sturdy piece of timber thicker around than his thigh and smoothed with Rory’s woodworking tools before the bard had done his best to carve masks and lanterns into it. It had been a labor of devotion, and he lifted the post – nearly as tall as he was - and tipped it into place with red-faced exertion and the flex of muscles he had gained from helping Rory on the farm.
Watch out, Melita, without more fuel the fire will burn out!
Think fast, Kiada andCaiside , or you’ll lose your best stones!
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Melita was an experienced hand at mixing mortar. She might have been somewhat messy about it, but she had a deft hand at knowing how much of the powders to add to the melted snow as the fire brought it up to temperature and she mixed her thick, sludgy brew like an enchantress at her cauldron. Fangorn would find himself toasting nicely by the flames, though as the snow melted and the mortar began to thicken Melita would find the supply of wood dwindling and the mixture hard to maintain at the right consistency unless she could find more fuel for the fire.
Kiada and
Jigano finished his digging and wiped his brow as the frozen earth finally succumbed to the blade of his shovel. The post he had chosen came from a naturally fresh-fallen log in Ludo’s Woods, a sturdy piece of timber thicker around than his thigh and smoothed with Rory’s woodworking tools before the bard had done his best to carve masks and lanterns into it. It had been a labor of devotion, and he lifted the post – nearly as tall as he was - and tipped it into place with red-faced exertion and the flex of muscles he had gained from helping Rory on the farm.
Watch out, Melita, without more fuel the fire will burn out!
Think fast, Kiada and
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