Tembovu

As he stepped behind the cart alongside Alysanne, he was surprised by how heavy the glass was. This was so much denser than any other glass he had experiences before. “Ready?” A flash of admiration for the little painted mare in the hardness passes through him, before he digs his haunches into the earth and heaves against the cart.

His already sweaty skin plumes in steam in the crisp weather. Pushing the cart causes more rivulets of sweat to bead along his broad back— though it is certainly less effort than physically and magically breaking apart the glass.

They arrive in the clearing (which was mercifully close— magically closer than the Glazier recalled). He eyes the dragon, whose amethyst eyes seemed to be interestedly watching the, before glancing around the treeless grass. What would be the best place to stockpile all this glass? There was bound to be so much of it by the end of the day and their exertions.

Tired blue gaze lands on the end of the trees. That would be a good place— out of the way, yet reachable for… Well, he wasn’t certain yet. But the glass hexagonal columns would be available for any future project that he, or any other crafter, would have in mind.

So he motioned towards the trees with a grunt and a sweep of his horn, using his vast shoulder to help move the heavy load. Glancing at the massive load, he contemplated a quicker and easier way to unload the cart— they needed to conserve their strength and time.

“I think, if just unhook the harness from the cart, that we can dump the glass and make it a bit easier on ourselves,” his low voice offered the solution. Two swift, long strides brought him alongside Anzanie, and his thick muzzle made quick work of unhooking the harness from the cart. At least they wouldn't have to unharness her, entirely— that, at least, saved some minutes. Minutes that would add up in the many trips they would take throughout the day.

The cart’s backend smashed against the ground, glass columns sliding out haphazardly between the trees. The elephant snorted, narrowing his eyes at the errant glass, which sheepishly aligned itself neatly on the grass. Much better.

Turning his eyes to the two mares, he smiled wryly, “Ready for round two?” This was going to be a long day. He looked to Alysanne, for she could get Anzanie hooked back to the cart, while he walked ahead to start breaking the glass.

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The sun was setting on the Edge. It had been a productive day, but the elephant was parched, exhausted, and sore. Wielding this new magic had taken a toll on his mind, for it was alien and cold. The constant rearing and striking of his hooves left them bruised, and his forelimbs and back burned from the overuse.

He turned his eyes from the last pile of glass as it slid from the cart and faced his two comrades. If he was this exhausted, he was certain the mares would be as well. “Thank goodness for that,” his voice was quiet with tiredness as the glass settled in the earth. “Thank you, Alysanne, Anzanie, for your help today. I’m not sure that I would have finished on my own,” he smiled lopsidedly at the beautiful mares. He sighed, a tired but satisfied sigh that condensed in the cooling evening Frostfall. One job accomplished.