The four of them work and work and work, until it seems as if Yael’s whole body aches, and she finds she must rest. Silver hands almost black with rich dirt, a quick look at herself tells the scaled creature that she will soon need a very thorough bath. Luckily others seem to be at stopping point too, and she gratefully accepts the proffered water dragon, finding it most odd to be sipping (draining?) a figure that looks like her at the moment. With a chuckle, she addresses Dragomir and Isopia, the two who seem to have the magic required for completing the task. “Ssssso xow deep doesssss t’issss t’ing need to be?” Her head tilts to one side, looking down at the pit they’ve managed to carve out. “Vhat elssssse do you rekire?”
yael
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