"Yes," he called back to the instruction, looking around for the planks and then spotting them as Phoebe pointed them out. When he finished knotting the last of the ropes together he swam over to the boards and stretched out his magic, using an arm of water to nudge the boards into comfortable reach so he could begin threading the ropes through the pre-drilled holes.
The work was simple, repetitive, and soothingly meditative. While his fingers worked Hadama's mind could drift to the curious nature of the half-submerged forest and the Fae who called it home. Perhaps there could be closer ties between their peoples now that water and wood had become so much more closely intertwined...
Hadama weaves the planks into the ropes!
The work was simple, repetitive, and soothingly meditative. While his fingers worked Hadama's mind could drift to the curious nature of the half-submerged forest and the Fae who called it home. Perhaps there could be closer ties between their peoples now that water and wood had become so much more closely intertwined...
Hadama weaves the planks into the ropes!
