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04-24-2017, 07:53 AM
From the chest down, the tricolor paint is a solid, rich earth tone, smeared in a veneer of soil from their studious efforts to dig the sizeable pit. With the dragons, the work goes somewhat quickly, considering their added size and strength, and, with hearty thrusts and studious shoves, the stallion works to move away the dirt they pull from the growing holes floor and sides. Pausing to look about at it, the stallion, for the first time since the manual labor began, starts to look at this from a maker’s perspective; though he certainly hadn’t a clue what a hot tub was, he could surmise from what it was called alone that it was, likely, a basin full of hot water. Thinking over this as he eyes the many-horse sized pool, not yet filled with water, he cannot help but wonder how they would keep so much liquid hot. "Perhaps I could create metal vessels alongside the brim which hot stones could be placed in, or line the floor with it, once its done being dug," he calls out to Isopia, dirt crumbling away from his scraggly beard as his sonorous bass booms forth (too loud, but only slightly, as he is not used to social situations or utilizing his vocal chords at more than a quiet, conversational cadence much at all), "red metals seem to hold fire heat well, from my studies. I believe I have enough in my pouches to make due." Dragomir |
Any violence/magic is allowed to be used upon Dragomir at anytime, permitting it doesn't kill or seriously maim him without my permission <3
