Try as they might, the roots just couldn't find purchase, and Jigano's thoughtful frown turned into a scowl of frustration as attempt after attempt was thwarted. When Remi finally gave voice to what they were both thinking he nodded, but the suggestion was met with a hesitant pause. "I'm not sure... would an anchor risk dragging it down into the sand until it was buried?" he asked, deferring to the more experienced earth magic user. Remi was also more familiar with Torchline and the beach than he was, the bard having little previous experience with sand in any real quantity before.
He thought he had almost grasped the knack of creating metal, as he had seen Deimos do on several occasions, but no matter what he did he couldn't quite seem to get the hang of it. Then again, stone foundations wouldn't rust like metal would, and contemplated the pillars before the rain distracted him again and he looked out to the gray waves thoughtfully. "Maybe... if one of us tries to fill and harden the sand beneath the pillars? Making it more into something like sandstone? While the other tries to make the 'roots' again out of something harder?"
If Remi agreed, Jigano would try to use Earth Magic to stabilize the sand and create more as it seemed to flow away while the alchemist made the roots.
He thought he had almost grasped the knack of creating metal, as he had seen Deimos do on several occasions, but no matter what he did he couldn't quite seem to get the hang of it. Then again, stone foundations wouldn't rust like metal would, and contemplated the pillars before the rain distracted him again and he looked out to the gray waves thoughtfully. "Maybe... if one of us tries to fill and harden the sand beneath the pillars? Making it more into something like sandstone? While the other tries to make the 'roots' again out of something harder?"
If Remi agreed, Jigano would try to use Earth Magic to stabilize the sand and create more as it seemed to flow away while the alchemist made the roots.
