REMI
all the things we said when we were younger
Maea would find that some of the shells turned out to be small crabs, a few of which reached up to pinch at her fingers as she tried to pluck them away from their homes. The coral was sharp and should she not take care, she'd find her fingers sliced. Still the items brought back were beautiful and all wondrously unique and would make excellent additions to the memorial. Would she notice the dark shapes lurking closer, closer, closer out in the water?
Nodding towardsJigano, happy to accept the way the tasks were split, Remi went to work. Despite how well-versed the bard was with his magic, the storm, the rains, and perhaps just the strangeness of circumstances would constantly be a burden to Jigano's concentration. Indeed he'd have to double-down on his efforts to ensure that the slate turned out as he wanted.
For Remi's part, he actually thought that having both Maea and Jigano here was incredibly useful in another way: the variation in their heights was helpful in trying to decide how tall to make the structure. A posture of supplication, kneeling or sitting, seemed to be most common with these sorts of things, and so Remi began to pull from the earth pillars of only about 2ft tall. He breathed earth and creation into the design, the rocks he created looking like those found nearer to the volcano: porous and grey.
"Now to ensure it doesn't simply wash away...do you think we could combine our efforts to create a sort of...anchor, beneath the sand here? If we reach deep within, almost like a root system?" He asked Jigano. Metals now seemed...strangely out of his reach, and he knew not another way.
Handing Maea a hastily made container (a better one could be made after) he looked up to the rain. "Do you think you could get sand from beneath the waves? And use your magic to make it dry again, so that on days like this, there is still some to be used?"
Jigano to help Remi anchor the pillar in the ground. Maea to dry some sand!
No order!
Nodding towards
For Remi's part, he actually thought that having both Maea and Jigano here was incredibly useful in another way: the variation in their heights was helpful in trying to decide how tall to make the structure. A posture of supplication, kneeling or sitting, seemed to be most common with these sorts of things, and so Remi began to pull from the earth pillars of only about 2ft tall. He breathed earth and creation into the design, the rocks he created looking like those found nearer to the volcano: porous and grey.
"Now to ensure it doesn't simply wash away...do you think we could combine our efforts to create a sort of...anchor, beneath the sand here? If we reach deep within, almost like a root system?" He asked Jigano. Metals now seemed...strangely out of his reach, and he knew not another way.
Handing Maea a hastily made container (a better one could be made after) he looked up to the rain. "Do you think you could get sand from beneath the waves? And use your magic to make it dry again, so that on days like this, there is still some to be used?"
Jigano to help Remi anchor the pillar in the ground. Maea to dry some sand!
No order!
did it bend or did I break?
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
