Solo [Petal of the Timid Cougar]Wood and Glue

[Zantair]

Spring 12th, 513AV "We'll teach you everything" They said, "It's not that difficult" They said, but they also said, "Here use this to stick the pieces of wood together," and then laughed when Zantair made a gooey mess on the inside of his house. Then! Then they decided to show him how to use the glue. Zantair was agitated to say the least. The sticky ichor was spread and then rescooped and spread until an even layer presented itself on the peace of wood all the way down, The work was far more difficult then Zantair had imagined. Not that difficult, what are they living embodiments of kelwyn? Zantair mused, stepping back to allow a much stronger Jamoura push two pieces of wood together, before stepping back in to make sure that the wood is properly sealed by the glue like goo. Zantair moved a few steps sideways, spreading another layer of the ichor, scooping it up, respreading, scooping and making sure every corner of the peice of wood is covered before once again, moving aside to allow the stronger of his group push the wood together. Zantair already had is shirt of and still he was feeling hot and bothered. Not by the cool weather, but the work that Zantair, in his unfit and squishy state, for lack of a better word, was doing. He applied more glue-like goo to another peace, following orders from a further jamoura who had spread the plans on a makeshift worktop pointing at various things here and there, making sure that the whole team was put to work without any delay. Zantair stretched as another piece was put into place and scooped some more ichor like glue, smearing across the side of the wood. He hadn't thought of the amount of glue he was using and quickly found a large amount of glue fall to the ground. A chuckle was made from the strong Jamoura. "You're in trouble now!" He said in the impossibly deep voice common from the giant ape that was a jamoura. The Jamoura, only just an underling of the woman in control of the whole of the petal looked up to find the disaster zone now forming as the goo began to spread onto the floor and over the strong jamouras foot, who made various grunts in displeasure. Zantair watched in dismay as the 'boss' started coming towards them both to assess the damage. He was quite sure he was going to be berated.

[Zantair]

"What in all of caiyha did you do this time?" The Jamoura questioned, his voice an impossible baratone drilling itself deep into Zantair's skull, it was all Zantair could do to not run and hide as the man mumbled various profanity as he looks at the glue that had now solidified onto both ape's feet.

"Petching new workmen, cause more trouble than they're worth. Kelvic. Get the glue chipper, it's in that jumble of tools you left somewhere over there." He ordered, albeit in a calm way, although Zantair was fairly sure that the jamoura was by no means calm.

Zantair, feeling it was in his best interest, made his way to the simple tools they had, various ones for spreading glue, or carefully lifting the wood for high structures, and chipping excess glue away. That's the one Zantair thought, as he picked up the small tool and made his way back to the jamoura.

The jamoura nodded before speaking, "That's the one, now, do this carefully. I need you to slowly chip away the glue around our feet. accidentally chip away my foot and I'll swear by caiyha's love that I'll chip away your backside!"

Zantair only half smiled, the violent warning was humourous, but Zantair was fairly sure that the jamoura would be likely to actually go through with that threat. He began chipping away at the glue formation, using the tool to target the big chunky pieces, evening it so that he would even it out and close distance on the first foot. The glue cracked, a little as he began to get closer and closer to the foot, and he almost made a mistake skimming off the hairs of the jamoura's foot as his hand slipped on the last layer of glue. Once the First jamouran was free, Zantair began on his second companion, once again chipping away, with the Foreman Jamoura continuing on the other side, each piece was getting closer to chip away and at the last moment the jamoura struggled, losing balance and broke away from the glue, falling back and bouncing his head onto the wood.

The jamoura had passed out, and it was then decided that lunch had began.

[Zantair]

The Jamoura awoke and in quite a bad temper, as it had seemed that he had grown quite the fervent headache. Let alone the fact that the Jamoura had missed lunch, this gave way to a few problems. First of all, Zantair was now the target for every scowl and every 'accidental' hard shoulder. Often knocking him down. Secondly, the foreman although noticing the sudden frequency of said knocks, seemed quite calm and nonchalant about the whole situation. Finally, Zantair was growing very very wary of accidentally spilling glue again, to the point of timidness, slowing down the progress of the work.

Zantair slowly dipped into the glue, wiped it on the wood carefully pulling all the strands of glue from the edges, wiped a good amount of glue across and then quickly kept the glue from dripping. he would then take a few timid steps back, get nudged, almost fall into the glue and then repeat. The process was very slow going and the foreman seemed to be frowning every time Zantair looked back, definitely not improving Zantair's progress in the slightest. the wood was moved into place, only to be caked in glue once again by Zantair.

Immediately before the nudge Zantair flinched, to the Jamoura's great satisfaction, his barreling voice bounding out "Nervous?" followed by the hulkishly low laughter that would pass the apes lips. Zantair's mind would scream at the Jamoura, Of course I'm Nervous! What do you expect when you get hit from behind every ten chimes!, Not that the Jamoura would hear it, as Zantair's voice box seemed to be sewed shut with expert precision. And so it continued, the glue, the nudge, the grumpy foreman and the natural wood pushed into place like a piece of a larger puzzle.

They continued into the night, darkness slowly decending as Syna and Leth spent their last few chimes together before things would be a darker shade, under protection by Leth and his silver glow. It was then that the foreman gave way to let them do the final touches on their day's work, before packing up and resting for another day's work.