cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Finally, things began to move on.
Jigano’s earthen machinations didn’t quite manifest what they required, but with Aisha’s brute strength and Sunjata’s persistence carving its way through the frozen loam and soil, the holes were finally dug, hollowed, and the Sword breathed a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, the beast finalized contortions of the main beam, maneuvering the metal into precision again, molding, conforming, melding, ensuring the rest of the vessel was the same. He stepped back, glancing at it, surveying, examining, before nodding, certain it would hold. “Good,” he nodded towards all of them. “Take a break,” because he knew the cost of strength when hitting through glacial wakes, granting them an opportunity for a breather. Besides, the other groups likely wanted to add to the décor before they roamed into their next task.
During the interim, he permitted his own moment of repose, for enchantments likely wouldn’t be necessary for the next couple of moments. He, and the rest, would only have to pull from their muscles and stability.
Once they had their reprieve, he gathered them together again. “I need one to help me lower the main beam into place,” and he lifted the top portion off the snow, waiting for another to grab hold of the bottom contortions, so they could gently place it within. “And the other two can grab another beam. We will angle them to the main beam as a way of support.” Then hopefully he could almost weld them all together, granting roots, fortifications, and footholds.
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We have dug the holes and can move on!
Deimos needs one more to help with the main beam, and the other two can grab one of the support beams!
Aisha Sunjata Jigano
Jigano’s earthen machinations didn’t quite manifest what they required, but with Aisha’s brute strength and Sunjata’s persistence carving its way through the frozen loam and soil, the holes were finally dug, hollowed, and the Sword breathed a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, the beast finalized contortions of the main beam, maneuvering the metal into precision again, molding, conforming, melding, ensuring the rest of the vessel was the same. He stepped back, glancing at it, surveying, examining, before nodding, certain it would hold. “Good,” he nodded towards all of them. “Take a break,” because he knew the cost of strength when hitting through glacial wakes, granting them an opportunity for a breather. Besides, the other groups likely wanted to add to the décor before they roamed into their next task.
During the interim, he permitted his own moment of repose, for enchantments likely wouldn’t be necessary for the next couple of moments. He, and the rest, would only have to pull from their muscles and stability.
Once they had their reprieve, he gathered them together again. “I need one to help me lower the main beam into place,” and he lifted the top portion off the snow, waiting for another to grab hold of the bottom contortions, so they could gently place it within. “And the other two can grab another beam. We will angle them to the main beam as a way of support.” Then hopefully he could almost weld them all together, granting roots, fortifications, and footholds.
--
We have dug the holes and can move on!
Deimos needs one more to help with the main beam, and the other two can grab one of the support beams!
DEIMOS
