[ It's a non-committal reply, but it's not a rejection. They've made some semblance of headway here. A tentative step forward is a step forward still.
The water tank materials are carted out to the sites where they'll be built. When no one is paying attention -- at least, when he thinks no one is -- Zelgadis gives one of the mules an encouraging pat on the neck before it sets off. ]
It's a rough life, huh? Hang in there, buddy.
[ Then there's nothing left to do but get constructing.
Distantly, Zelgadis remembers when him and the others were tasked with rebuilding the Flarelord's Temple. He wonders how Filia's doing these days. With any luck, she and her kid are living a life far removed from anything like this.
As Zelgadis predicted, the work goes on well into the night, and before he knows it, the sun is peeking over the horizon. He wipes sweat from his brow. Just a little more, and this last tank will be ready for business.
About two hours past sunrise, it's all done. The sense of accomplishment that brings is quickly outweighed by the several days' worth of exhaustion that seems to come on all at once. As soon as he's sure that others can take it from here, he finds himself a spot in the shade to curl up and sleep. ]
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[ It's a non-committal reply, but it's not a rejection. They've made some semblance of headway here. A tentative step forward is a step forward still.
The water tank materials are carted out to the sites where they'll be built. When no one is paying attention -- at least, when he thinks no one is -- Zelgadis gives one of the mules an encouraging pat on the neck before it sets off. ]
It's a rough life, huh? Hang in there, buddy.
[ Then there's nothing left to do but get constructing.
Distantly, Zelgadis remembers when him and the others were tasked with rebuilding the Flarelord's Temple. He wonders how Filia's doing these days. With any luck, she and her kid are living a life far removed from anything like this.
As Zelgadis predicted, the work goes on well into the night, and before he knows it, the sun is peeking over the horizon. He wipes sweat from his brow. Just a little more, and this last tank will be ready for business.
About two hours past sunrise, it's all done. The sense of accomplishment that brings is quickly outweighed by the several days' worth of exhaustion that seems to come on all at once. As soon as he's sure that others can take it from here, he finds himself a spot in the shade to curl up and sleep. ]