just take your time wherever you go
Saiden had squirreled himself away in the small building housed on the sandbar. With just a touch of air magic he made a cooling breeze, one that made the structure sing with a haunting melody. It seemed appropriate for the task at hand: he had the cloths he'd taken from Jiao before she joined the crew.
His calloused and scarred hands worked them, wrapping them around some seaweed that he'd picked up along the shore. Holding a section in place, he wrapped a short and thin length of cord around it, one he'd pulled from a fishing net. As a flash of movement caught his eye, he glanced up from his work.
Poking his head out of the doorway, he grinned when he saw Melita and Fangorn. "Great minds, huh?" He gestured around at the otherwise empty area to indicate what he'd meant.
His calloused and scarred hands worked them, wrapping them around some seaweed that he'd picked up along the shore. Holding a section in place, he wrapped a short and thin length of cord around it, one he'd pulled from a fishing net. As a flash of movement caught his eye, he glanced up from his work.
Poking his head out of the doorway, he grinned when he saw Melita and Fangorn. "Great minds, huh?" He gestured around at the otherwise empty area to indicate what he'd meant.
