Shape the Stone

She padded lightly along the path, climbing steadily until she crested and looked upon the tower-in-progress with quiet approval. There was much left to do, seasons of work ahead, but the progress was still there. She moved to the pile of stones, eyeing them thoughtfully. With help from the primates and Taliesyn in a harness the primates had fashioned, larger blocks had been dragged on a sledge up the hill.

It had been an ordeal in and of itself to get them unloaded. They still needed shaped, but her own paws were useless for that task. Ardyn was working on ideas for splitting the stone, with Enito’s help where the mandrill could give it, but there was something missing that could improve the ease of work.

She paces around the foundation, eyes skimming through the air and tracing again the places that she hoped to see made into the first upper floor’s underside. Timbers would have to be found, and they’d have to find ways to shape them, too. It was fun, she had to admit. Tiring, but fun.

With luck, she’d be alive to see the tower complete, or even halfway. She smiled faintly at the thought. On the plains below, she watched the small figures of animals—elk and bison, and deer among others. They were sparser, from Cairo’s reports, but hopefully, the population would bounce back next year.

Her haunches lowered as she gazed out over the plains, breathing in a sigh and letting out.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think