How can we know where we are if the sun is behind us?
Mallorie steps back, hands grazed, and thinks not bad. It’s not pretty but it’ll do both jobs of being solid and being pointy. Rubbing and flexing her fingers, she looks at the progress being made around her with a small, soft sensation of pride.
Morgan’s request spurs her into action again, joining the others at the large door; fingers still tingling from the cold, but enough sensation in them that she figures she’ll be able to lend a (literal) hand.
She might not have fancy magics or the bulging muscles, but she does have determination, and with that she grips a corner. She shoots a curious look at the man she now recognises, closer up, to be the one pointed out as the region’s former warden. Then, with a quiet huff, readjusts her hands.
Mallorie takes up a corner, is nosy.
Morgan’s request spurs her into action again, joining the others at the large door; fingers still tingling from the cold, but enough sensation in them that she figures she’ll be able to lend a (literal) hand.
She might not have fancy magics or the bulging muscles, but she does have determination, and with that she grips a corner. She shoots a curious look at the man she now recognises, closer up, to be the one pointed out as the region’s former warden. Then, with a quiet huff, readjusts her hands.
Mallorie takes up a corner, is nosy.
MALLORIE
