James had finally gotten the support beams up and secured in the ground, and after a hard-earned break (and a nap), he was back to work. But framing a roof was a lot harder than he initially thought, especially seeing as he didn't have hands.
Especially seeing as he had a whole branch in the way. He'd at least managed to get off the smaller twigs and branches off the main one, this one being relatively straight. if he could just get these two triangles situated, he could start laying branches on the roof and tying those down. Alas, he had no hands, or even fingers. Just two stumpy hooves and his teeth.
Finally...
The vine wound around, up and over, up and over, in an X shape before tying itself straight. Perfect! He set it down and looked at his pile of branches, sighing. Only... that more to go.
And, sure enough, it was as beautiful as ever. The moment she stepped through that rugged entrance she was hit by a gentle wind, the smell of wildflowers and mulch, and the sight of a beautiful meadow before her. The cave lights twinkled in clear air, but some mist still clung to the woods. Her plated chest rose, and fell, taking in the fresh air. Ah, what a wonderful location.
This time, though, she wasn't alone. Her elder child Aerie was snuggled up in her little bone cart, sleeping peacefully. Er, she hoped they were sleeping, and not messing around with the joints. The dragon was quickly outgrowing it, and she worried if she'd need to build something even larger to keep up. For now she just covered the conspicuously large gembound with a rough pelt and prayed the wagon held together.
A bit of laborious cart-pulling later, and Sharp caught sight of a (comparatively) massive gembound trying to put together... something. They were tall, and a funny dark brown, with big wings and a flowing tail. They stood before a various collection of logs and branches arranged haphazardly across the field, almost as if they were making something...
Well, this looked like a job for Sharp!
She diverted from her route and climbed up the short bluff to reach him.
@James
James' crest flew up and he turned his head to face Sharp, blinking.
He slowly stood up and stretched, grunting as his bones cracked,
He eyed the cart and his eyes softened at the sleeping child within. He waved Sharp over and stood before the branches he had.
Looking back again, he smiled gently, happy to see Sharp taking such good care of the little one. James looked back and tried to use his magic again, hoping it worked. He carefully looped the vine around this L of branches, trying them together as well. Okay, two down, um... 12 to go! At least they were a countable number now.
Man, it really had been a long time since then, huh? She was just a tiny hatchling, covered in soft scales and digging through the dirt. There were many other gembound at the Three King's meet she waddled upon, and the stallion sure was one of them. But James was right-- he didn't have funny-feather-wings back then, nor that impressive crest. Or size. But hey, everyone changes from time to time, right?
The sungazer turned back to the unfinished structure, careful not to disturb the slumbering child behind her. A few logs and branches forming the skeleton of a hut, slowly woven together by James's magic. Sharp didn't have magic like that, but she did have long fingers and determination, which probably worked just as well.
So many long words! Marketing an engineering "business" sure is tiring. But she could never turn down a potential opportunity, and what better opportunity than a frustrated novice builder she knew (albeit only barely)?
@James aaaaaaaaa
James nudged the frame they had, a triangle of three branches, tied securely,
He had everything he needed. Clay, sticks, and dried grasses for the roof's thatching, more clay and stones for the walls, and of course, thick, sturdy branches and vines. More than enough, he was certain of. But of course, a lack of hands sorely hindered his progress.
The pegasus turned and picked up one of the triangles, setting it down on the roof and carefully balancing it with another leaning against a tree, setting a long tree trunk along the top.
She set her bone cart soundly on the grass, whispering a small
Sharp gripped onto the vine with her nubby teeth and pressed the tips of the logs together with her claws. With a bit of struggle, the tiny lizard wrapped the twine around and tied it to the best of her thumbless ability. She then grabbed another length and moved on to the next, occasionally looking to James to see if he had anything to add. Despite her small size she moved surprisingly quick and secured quite a few in a short time.
A small breeze blew through Pegasus, and Sharp was relieved that it didn't immediately collapse into a broken pile. The sungazer poked her head back down and looked at the massive stallion below her.
@James
James nodded once and smiled,
He flew back down and grabbed the triangle in his teeth, fluttering up and setting it in position, nudging it before holding it steady, a hoof on the top as he hovered.
There were some items other than sticks and branches laying around. A gem structure, shiny and big, a mosiac of colors. It was carefully sheltered under some leaves, and there were other things too. A pile of clay, rocks, some furs, even some stone dishes. Personal items, some of value, some only kept because of the use they had, like a cracked stone dish that was stained with fruit juice.
The little lizard listened passively as he spoke and she worked. Let her eyes wander across the prairie when they were finished. He was a parent, hm? That must've been exciting! Sharp's motherhood was largely moments of anxiety mixed in with childish playtime, and she assumed James's experience must've been the same. The sungazer even built herself a new den too! They shared so many similarities. And that was cool!
Her spiny tail wagged gently against the logs.
@James
James moved onto the second section of the roof, lifting up frames for Sharp to tie up. This was almost fun, or at least enjoyable with a friend.
He fluttered to the ground and started to set up wooden poles along the sides of the house for added structure and so he could layer the sides with stones and clay, making it stronger and more resilient to the wind and the elements. A house fit for his wonderful family.
The dark pegasus lifted up more frames, and the sungazer hurried to grab onto them. Place, tie, next. The grain of the wood felt so nice under her claws. All the while she hummed a little tune in her scratchy little voice.
James spoke again. Sharp's head snapped up at the words.
@James