This was getting ridiculous. All his training, all his work on the farm and around the Grounds and into the Greatwood, and Halo, and Torchline, all the progress he had made in making himself stronger, swifter, more sure of foot and steady of hand... All for naught, it felt like some days. There was no reason that a task as simple as lift and carry should defeat him, and yet here they were.
Somehow he tripped, balance lost and beam dropped. Somehow the beam rolled through snow to threaten Aisha, cascading the symphony of fault and calamity. The bard didn't swear aloud, only sighing as Caido took its usual turn for the worse. "Sorry about that," he murmured to Aisha, rueful and apologetic. There was nothing more to say, and he shook out his arms and looked to Deimos with a further grimace of apology. This time he made sure he was balanced, that the path was clear, and that his grip was secure before he moved to lift the beam with his partner and hoist it into place.
Jigano tries again.
Somehow he tripped, balance lost and beam dropped. Somehow the beam rolled through snow to threaten Aisha, cascading the symphony of fault and calamity. The bard didn't swear aloud, only sighing as Caido took its usual turn for the worse. "Sorry about that," he murmured to Aisha, rueful and apologetic. There was nothing more to say, and he shook out his arms and looked to Deimos with a further grimace of apology. This time he made sure he was balanced, that the path was clear, and that his grip was secure before he moved to lift the beam with his partner and hoist it into place.
Jigano tries again.
