MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
Deimos put the knife in his pocket and it seemed that no one would appear to claim it and complain; it was his to dispose of as he saw fit. Other than his discovery, the removal of snow would go smoothly.
Aisha's comment drew a raised eyebrow from Morgan, though it wasn't without a smile of dry amusement. "Served your time? Is that how you see it here?" Before the younger woman would have a chance to answer though, the supplies were ready, Morgan going to help lift things onto the cart and balance them correctly (she was, perhaps, a little bossy with the workers and how they stacked the items).
As for Noah, it seemed his familiarity with the people had become his greatest power; without much further argument the farmer agreed, nodding and standing as he gradually took his coop and chickens away from the site - not even grumbling as he left Noah's view. Now the space was ready, the supplies were brought and the real work could begin.
"We need to get an even surface first, so there's some concrete mixture to pour into any cracks or holes. Then a layer of wooden beams for structure...Since Frey is making a lot of the actual building, we're not sure how much to do." Morgan could only hope it was right - after all, she didn't want to bother the God over and over to get clarifications. Was this what it was like for those that regularly served the Gods all the time?
Never afraid of doing work, Morgan pushed her sleeves up to her elbows and went to grab a wheelbarrow to fill with concrete and take along the space lined out, ready to pour and smooth.
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Everyone did well!
Next round: Lift and place the foundations for the greenhouse. Everyone can do this task together. No post order.
Aisha's comment drew a raised eyebrow from Morgan, though it wasn't without a smile of dry amusement. "Served your time? Is that how you see it here?" Before the younger woman would have a chance to answer though, the supplies were ready, Morgan going to help lift things onto the cart and balance them correctly (she was, perhaps, a little bossy with the workers and how they stacked the items).
As for Noah, it seemed his familiarity with the people had become his greatest power; without much further argument the farmer agreed, nodding and standing as he gradually took his coop and chickens away from the site - not even grumbling as he left Noah's view. Now the space was ready, the supplies were brought and the real work could begin.
"We need to get an even surface first, so there's some concrete mixture to pour into any cracks or holes. Then a layer of wooden beams for structure...Since Frey is making a lot of the actual building, we're not sure how much to do." Morgan could only hope it was right - after all, she didn't want to bother the God over and over to get clarifications. Was this what it was like for those that regularly served the Gods all the time?
Never afraid of doing work, Morgan pushed her sleeves up to her elbows and went to grab a wheelbarrow to fill with concrete and take along the space lined out, ready to pour and smooth.
--
Everyone did well!
Next round: Lift and place the foundations for the greenhouse. Everyone can do this task together. No post order.
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
