stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires
Melita the girl declared, and Rory found himself thinking it was dumb Wessex had scorned her, for.. what reason? Perhaps she was too fiery for Wessex but damn, the other woman could've adopted her and no one would've thought she wasn't her mom. There was a strength to her character he'd only ever really found in Wessex before, a sort of fire untamed.
Turned out the gourd had a name. Rory raised an eyebrow but it was less judging, more.. curious. He tucked the information away for later, laying out his suggestions for what to do, and.. being infinitely surprised that no one was opposed them? Did he really sound that reasonable?
He felt a little confused as he watched Amalia untie Talys and lead her away, taking Ronin with her; Sam went for the shovels (and momentarily looking at it like he had no idea what to do with it, which was kind of cute) while Melita, little Fangorn in tow, inspected what they had to work with.
"That sounds like a good idea," he told Melita, drifting a little closer, thinking about going for the shovels to help Sam out. Once they had a hole he could hitch the center log Melita had picked out to Esaia, the gray pony, and tug it into an appropriate position...
But first things first, and that meant Remi, apparently. Again, his heart did something strange and complicated he'd rather it didn't, but he seemed to have little say in it, responding with a bright smile and a cheerful "Remi!". "I can help move the earth if you like?" the alchemist said, and Rory thought that was a very archaic way to say do you want my help in shoveling frozen dirt?. "Please," he said, still not understanding what Remi was going to do.
Rory even had his hands on a shovel, finding it very strange that Remi had gone to Sam's fledgling efforts without one, when.. the alchemist began to.. scoop with his hands—in the air—and the frozen soil sort of .. came apart .. and floated away... And Rory felt something akin to weren't you supposed to be Attuned, what is this magic frippery you're doing?. Earth manipulation was not unheard of at all, and come to think about it, a much easier way to dig a hole in Deepfrost. He just hadn't expected Remi to be able to do it.
"Well then, let's get that log over there," he said as Remi worked, getting Esaia and parking her by the log so they could wrap the ropes around it and be able to haul it to the hole.
There are several suitable trees on the outskirts of town for Amalia and Ronin to choose from
Remi has made a good hole! Time to get that center log in place~ You're welcome to assume things like "ok we get it secured behind the pony and Rory leads the pony to the hole so we can get the log by it" and things like that. :)
Turned out the gourd had a name. Rory raised an eyebrow but it was less judging, more.. curious. He tucked the information away for later, laying out his suggestions for what to do, and.. being infinitely surprised that no one was opposed them? Did he really sound that reasonable?
He felt a little confused as he watched Amalia untie Talys and lead her away, taking Ronin with her; Sam went for the shovels (and momentarily looking at it like he had no idea what to do with it, which was kind of cute) while Melita, little Fangorn in tow, inspected what they had to work with.
"That sounds like a good idea," he told Melita, drifting a little closer, thinking about going for the shovels to help Sam out. Once they had a hole he could hitch the center log Melita had picked out to Esaia, the gray pony, and tug it into an appropriate position...
But first things first, and that meant Remi, apparently. Again, his heart did something strange and complicated he'd rather it didn't, but he seemed to have little say in it, responding with a bright smile and a cheerful "Remi!". "I can help move the earth if you like?" the alchemist said, and Rory thought that was a very archaic way to say do you want my help in shoveling frozen dirt?. "Please," he said, still not understanding what Remi was going to do.
Rory even had his hands on a shovel, finding it very strange that Remi had gone to Sam's fledgling efforts without one, when.. the alchemist began to.. scoop with his hands—in the air—and the frozen soil sort of .. came apart .. and floated away... And Rory felt something akin to weren't you supposed to be Attuned, what is this magic frippery you're doing?. Earth manipulation was not unheard of at all, and come to think about it, a much easier way to dig a hole in Deepfrost. He just hadn't expected Remi to be able to do it.
"Well then, let's get that log over there," he said as Remi worked, getting Esaia and parking her by the log so they could wrap the ropes around it and be able to haul it to the hole.
There are several suitable trees on the outskirts of town for Amalia and Ronin to choose from
Remi has made a good hole! Time to get that center log in place~ You're welcome to assume things like "ok we get it secured behind the pony and Rory leads the pony to the hole so we can get the log by it" and things like that. :)
