She had taken to digging, setting sand aside because they would need it later to build up. “Water. Lots and lots of water,” Raiha grinned at Serrif’s remark, looking impish. And for an instant, less dangerous.
She filled a bucket with the dry sand, bringing it over. “We’ve got tons of wet sand here, and since it’s sloppy right now, we’ll add dry sand to it, which’ll allow us to do something with it. When you lived in Mura, did you ever make sand castles? We’ll shape and sculpt and when we need to, pull the moisture out and dry it to keep it steady and sturdy. We’ll start with the main structure and build outwards from there. Towers and bridges later. Parts of it are going to have to be hollow, and so too will the towers... I want to be able to make little fires in it to light it up when the darkness comes, and the towers will act as chimneys. Any shells we find we can put on the structure or the walls. A little showmanship might give us an edge. Who knows?” Raiha left the shovel aside for now, getting down to work with her hands and beginning to mix the sand together.
No one could ever say she was afraid of getting dirty. She began to take the handfuls of sand and build it into one very tall bank. If they could get it all done, this thing would be huge. And with enough style and design, they could maybe beat the Akalak at it. It was worth a try, and it was, as far as she was concerned, a fun way to spend the afternoon with the sun bearing down on them overhead. As she built, she applied sprinklings of water when it got too dry, keeping Rath moving on water runner duty, occasionally having to rinse off her hands when the wet sand clung too stubbornly, despite rubbing it off in the dry sand. With the big bank of the main body built, she contentedly kept on sculpting, using her fingers and hands to smooth it, drying it out with additional handfuls of clean, dry sand. Really had to work on reimancy. Earth would be a necessity in the days to come.
She filled a bucket with the dry sand, bringing it over. “We’ve got tons of wet sand here, and since it’s sloppy right now, we’ll add dry sand to it, which’ll allow us to do something with it. When you lived in Mura, did you ever make sand castles? We’ll shape and sculpt and when we need to, pull the moisture out and dry it to keep it steady and sturdy. We’ll start with the main structure and build outwards from there. Towers and bridges later. Parts of it are going to have to be hollow, and so too will the towers... I want to be able to make little fires in it to light it up when the darkness comes, and the towers will act as chimneys. Any shells we find we can put on the structure or the walls. A little showmanship might give us an edge. Who knows?” Raiha left the shovel aside for now, getting down to work with her hands and beginning to mix the sand together.
No one could ever say she was afraid of getting dirty. She began to take the handfuls of sand and build it into one very tall bank. If they could get it all done, this thing would be huge. And with enough style and design, they could maybe beat the Akalak at it. It was worth a try, and it was, as far as she was concerned, a fun way to spend the afternoon with the sun bearing down on them overhead. As she built, she applied sprinklings of water when it got too dry, keeping Rath moving on water runner duty, occasionally having to rinse off her hands when the wet sand clung too stubbornly, despite rubbing it off in the dry sand. With the big bank of the main body built, she contentedly kept on sculpting, using her fingers and hands to smooth it, drying it out with additional handfuls of clean, dry sand. Really had to work on reimancy. Earth would be a necessity in the days to come.
