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Midas Again to the forest, to collect useful items for maintaining the structure of yon ship.The sound of chains rattling and booming cracks born not from a dry heaven. Mighty timber fell, strong red oak and lean pine of comfortable height. I felled them, and fashioned a temporary harness (made of metal and gold) around my shoulders to drag the wood off. The heat made this work challenging, yet I felt glad to do such base labor. The strain of muscle and stench of sweat, was there ever a sweeter aroma? Yar, I could think of but one. Fina watched passively in a half rotted tree, her eyes scanned the felled trunks for sign of rodent -- fast food. Neve stuck her beak in the deep, old hollow, searching earnestly for a buggy treat. ______ On one such return trip, we came across a pair of equines. They stood over a pile of stones and bramble, breathing hard and certainly in need of even a minor break, I use their presence as an excuse to pause. The heavy load that was lashed as my temporary shadow came to a weighted stop, rolling to one side and squashing the heavy branches full of inchy needles over. "Well met," sweat rolled off my brow, but the eyes that flashed to them are alert, strong, "A travois would serve ye," my Da had made such things. Sand pooled from the ground, a living representation of the creation seen inside my mind.  Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold |
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