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YOU'RE THE CLOSEST THING TO HELL I'VE SEEN SO FAR This is certainly the trickiest of the tasks so far. Gathering materials to fix the boat is pretty damn vague, and the colossal colt has little idea where to even start. He moves aimlessly through the meadow, poking and prodding at bits of wood. Vérzés holds part of a fallen tree in his paws as he soars overhead, and Volterra can feel the strain the movement puts on his muscles. It is a good thing, though - the red needs to strengthen up ready for the future, because the earth-child will not be bonded to weakness. The colt assumes the boat is made of wood, and thus the tree may come in useful for healing any holes that might appear during the trek. It doesn't seem particularly adequate, though, and the beastling drags his heels sadly as he makes his way back to the beach. Ears flap and he grimaces as he hears the grating sound of wood dragging against the ground, and he looks to see a unicorn mare hauling a piece of bowed driftwood filled with silt. Admiration coats the boy's features as he meanders closer, Vérzés circling around him and landing atop the wood he holds so he can have a sneaky rest whilst Volterra is occupied. "That's a good idea," points out the titanic youngling, peering at the silt curiously. |
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
