she touched me it's permanent
seasonal
02-28-2022, 03:13 PM
The rain had been incessant. All of it was. Unceasing, relentless, and (unsurprisingly really) wet. Gin had been sticking to her den within the bamboo in an effort to steer clear of it, but there was only so much she could do. At least the roots would keep the soil in place, and she didn’t risk being washed away by the rain itself. No, the Maze itself was well protected, and well equipped to handle the rain. Heck, she even had a roof over her head for the most part. Gin could stay dry and warm that way, and she’d been alright. It had slowed down her progress though. She’d begun setting up the infirmary within the Maze itself, moving things from the hastily set up makeshift station. Sure, the original one had been good enough when it came to having things on hand fast, but they were past that now. If anyone had gotten hurt while driving the pests out of the Maze then it would have been enough. Now it was getting to be time to settle in, and to set themselves up for success. Gin was determined to see through the success of this pack, of her pack. Come hell or high water. High water it was, really. That would be the first thing to try and take them out, she thought with a wry smile. It was a grey dusk that she awoke to today. Grey, but not altogether bad. The ghost had even slept well, a rare occurrence. No nightmares of the long night. No waking up with the light of day filtering uncomfortably through her walls. All of it had been mitigated over her last sleep, and Gin didn’t have complaints. The ghost was feeling more okay than usual as she woke. Initially, her plan had been to continue on setting up the infirmary. Initially… but those plans would be foiled by a rock. A big rock, one that she would need someone else’s help in moving. They had warriors within the pack, strong ones, and with their help it maybe wouldn’t be so bad. Still, Gin doesn’t have the strength to do it herself, and she has to wait. Shouldn’t the muddy ground be easier to move? Well, it didn’t make the rock any lighter. From the Bamboo Maze, the ghost drifted to the Bay. She hadn’t spent any time there yet, being much too busy within the Maze. Manatee Bay it was called… manatees. How strange they were. As she neared the Bay itself, though, Gin was greeted by quite a sight. The water wasn’t contained within the sea. It had spilled over the beach, and threatened even deeper within the territory. Strange… very strange. Gin’s brow furrowed as she approached the water’s edge, something much closer than it should have been. Carefully, the ghost reached out and tapped the surface. It was brackish, and looked as if it had been standing for a decent amount of time. Well, she wouldn't be surprised with the amount of rain they’d gotten. Gin frowned, considering how to best remedy the situation. She took a few steps back, trying to get a better idea of the extent of things. It seemed that they were located near a bit of an inlet, and that inlet had flooded. She pursed her lips, considering. If there was a way to dig some drainage back to the sea so the water had somewhere to go, maybe that would help. Digging. Gin was cool with digging. The very act of labor was something that she could get behind, and she could allow to take up space in her head for a little while. Carefully, she set to work mapping out a path to dig along. Her nails dug into the earth, finding it sodden. Well, at least it wasn’t as hard as it would be otherwise, right? She’d draw the guideline first, working away by the light of the moon. Yes, a path for the water to escape. It would need to be graded as well, so the water actually flowed. Hmm, that might prove to be a bit more difficult. Still, she could at least test her solution and see how far she got. With careful, broad strokes of her dainty paws, Gin began to dig a path for the water from their little inlet to make its way back to the sea. She’d wait until the very end to connect the drainage ditch to the inlet, so she wasn’t up to her gills in water while trying to continue to dig. Goodness, still, Gin had underestimated how tiring the digging itself would be. The champagne girl would do her best, for now at least. See a problem, handle the problem. Tiring work, though. With a deep sigh in her chest, Gin took a step back and sat on her haunches to catch her breath. At least she’d made some progress. |