It felt good to work with his hands, Gideon feeling like he did in his youth, when his life had been about lifting and crafting instead of preaching. He loved his current station in the Temple, of course, but there was something pleasing in the immediacy of moving and doing with one's body.
When he looked up from the task, the sky above looked particularly angry. Ronin suggested he alight the debris with a Starbolt, which sounded both quick and spectacular; he nodded in agreement eagerly, excited to see it. "Absolutely. Hopefully we can have it gone before this storm rolls in."
So, with that in mind, Gideon went to help bunch up the debris together, moving it more into one pile and putting a rough circle of stones around it, so any fire wouldn't spread too far (if, somehow, the rain didn't extinguish it).
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Gideon helps with the pile!
When he looked up from the task, the sky above looked particularly angry. Ronin suggested he alight the debris with a Starbolt, which sounded both quick and spectacular; he nodded in agreement eagerly, excited to see it. "Absolutely. Hopefully we can have it gone before this storm rolls in."
So, with that in mind, Gideon went to help bunch up the debris together, moving it more into one pile and putting a rough circle of stones around it, so any fire wouldn't spread too far (if, somehow, the rain didn't extinguish it).
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Gideon helps with the pile!
GIDEON
And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
