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10-24-2015, 12:35 AM
Flames - they licked the walls tenderly, they turned to dust all that I adore A call for the Masons. Ah, how she recalled those days vividly. Her powers currently were somewhat similar to the weaving of rock to create what were relatively permanent structures. However, now she could only manipulate the plants - no way to create those structures - and as soon as she stopped concentrating they would fall back to their original position after a few minutes. No use in the crafting world, really. Barely any help at all. Still, she had built what was upon these lands, assisted in their creations. Perhaps she could aid whoever was now standing in the spot she had once been. After all, she needed to occupy her mind. It was all too much for her to let her thoughts flicker back and forth over things that she had no assistance over. Carefully, she wriggles forward, Ettore taking to the skies and offering a notice that someone was coming to the white mare that now stood at a small pile of supplies. It takes her a little, the vibrations (as always) thrown off by the pulsations of the waterfalls. Blind eyes flickered across the land as she pulled up - unfocused gaze settling upon the mare with a quiet release of breath. "Nice to know someone actually wants to craft around here," she says - not intending to be rude, just wondering what she might be planning on doing. "I suppose you might wish for more rocks or lumber? What is it you are building anyways?" Rasta inquired, Ettore having flashed images of her supplies to his bonded in the attempt to assist her in doing whatever tasks were necessary. While she awaited an answer she allowed some roots and branches near piles of rocks to begin to pull up - waving in the air and prepared to do as Rasta wished. It would be nice to be useful again. Rasta's here to help :D |
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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Mystified, just spinning 'round in circles
Drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say
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