Weaver
Time is the substance from which I am made.
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
Time is a river which carries me along,
but I am the river;
The building goes surprisingly well, probably because she can’t talk to her brother. All she can do is elbow him, though she doesn’t do that either. No, for once, she just leaves him alone, only nudging him for a bit of help when she could use his rather tall hand. She’s very aware that he’s sick of her pushing him, so what happens when she doesn’t? Maybe that would work better.
The wall goes shockingly well, though she needs a ladder to continue. She collects one, climbing up and down to lay the bricks. It’s not ideal, and maybe she should just be handing them to far taller Korbin, but she can’t actually suggest that very easily, so she sticks to the stupid method.
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Weaver keeps building the wall.
The wall goes shockingly well, though she needs a ladder to continue. She collects one, climbing up and down to lay the bricks. It’s not ideal, and maybe she should just be handing them to far taller Korbin, but she can’t actually suggest that very easily, so she sticks to the stupid method.
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Weaver keeps building the wall.
it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger;
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
