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11-30-2015, 10:31 AM
There was a gentle bob of her head as the mare said she hoped to reinstate the glory that the Falls deserved. So, she was a quite mare as well. Gently rolling her shoulders, Rasta called forth on the vines at her feet, "I was the Mason here once," she offered before a foal appeared. Or at least, it felt like a foal was appearing. Alas, the answer, to what it was she was making was an interesting one. A healers' hut. But, first it would be a bookshelf. Rasta nodded, "I'll gather more materials and shift them closer to you as needed," she offered, pulling at the vines. Carefully, she used them to build some sort of ramp out of mud - lining it with rocks that the vines and roots picked up in order to keep it a bit more stable. From there, she allowed a few more stones and branches to roll into the pile which Brisa had made of the materials previously gathered. It felt good, to do some work again - even if she couldn't actually build anything that would stay longer than how her power was working. Still, hopefully Brisa wouldn't mind how she pulled materials together to make ease of the things that were necessary for forming this bookcase. Even Ettore tried to help - pushing anything that got stuck on the ramp even farther down until it finally hit the pile. And, for once, he seemed completely amused with the task - which he never seemed to be when Rasta asked for his assistance. | R take another breathe |
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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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