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02-14-2015, 07:25 PM
These tasks were getting tiring, exhausting. Could the Earth God not accomplish this himself. But still, they had decided that they would help so Fig and Laedere were still moving towars the stream and away from the others. No words slid from the mare's lips as she tried to scoop clay with her maw and pack it onto the tree-horse's roots. Yes, this wasn't stupid at all. A few minutes later, finally managing to figure out a system of scooping and applying, Laedere managed to speed up the process. Then when completed she bumped the mare's shoulder, offered a smile and carefully began to process of moving back toward the crowd of people.
Nope. She was done. She was tired of having to mess with these tasks she was certain the Earth God could do on his own. She was done with the levels of exhaustion that plauged the two mares as well.
She. Was. Done.
Nope. She was done. She was tired of having to mess with these tasks she was certain the Earth God could do on his own. She was done with the levels of exhaustion that plauged the two mares as well.
She. Was. Done.
from phone. Excuse ratchedness
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