HARD TIME FORGIVING ?digging aquaducts

[bai shi ⦸]

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" I CAN HEAR YOUR PULSE RACING FROM HERE! "

Warm the sunlight baking the sand below in the desert the Pitt called home. They knew they were behind in their tasks, in things that Olalla had assigned to them once upon a time, but it was not too late to start now they supposed. Inhaling roughly, tasting the dry sandy air, the dragon would growl as they walked, effectively clearing their throat. What all did they need to do? Thinking as they walked, heading towards the area they were supposed to dig at, sunlight bouncing off of golden scales harshly.

The imprints their taloned feet left were quickly whisked over with loose sand by a blowing gale, their mane shifting and ruffling in the breeze, bringing some comfort to the massive creature. Rumbling as they came to a stop, taking in the scents in the air as their talons dug into the hot sand, down into the cooler sand hidden below. Finding the region they wanted to start, the god would drag their talons over the sand, scooping away the top layer and digging into the layer below, digging downwards to begin the path they wanted to make.

It felt somewhat strange, sand getting under their scales and rubbing in awkward places that they could not reach. The work reminded them of Malak, their long time friend and the only individual they felt they could rely on at any time now, though the other seemed to still be in recovery. If only they'd been there to protect him from harm, then this never would have happened. Shaking their head to clear their mind of their thoughts, the dragon busied themself in the act of digging, pushing sand out behind them into a large pile, their throat burning with a fiery tinge. They were making their own way of ensuring their trench wouldn't be filled back in with sand immediately, opening their mouth as heat grew and grew, fire racing up their throat to blast against the sand, continuing to spew the flame in place before moving on, leaving behind something akin to heated and hardened sand that may have born some resemblance to a thin glass after a lot of flame had scorched it. Had the beast had the ability to wield water, they would have doused the walls of the trench with water and then breathed fire on it in an attempt at making it harden. Perhaps someone would come by with clay later. They were just here to do their assigned chore.