"Yes, me." She doesn't know, does she? Oh Archetypes, say she doesn't know. Did he say? No, he wouldn't do that. Did she see him practicing?
He relaxes a little when she points to the rock pile. "Yes indeed!" he says, and strides off to investigate. He'd have no hope of moving them normally, but if she can roll them to the stream...
He picks one and pushes it along, rolling it in great thumps over the ground by pushing his whole weight against it. Kiarrs don't sweat, but he can feel his ears flush with blood. He's gasping and panting by the time he reaches the stream, but he still manages to stand up straight. "One rock," he says, before bobbing his head and lapping at the water. Hard work is thirsty work.
"A lever might do the trick in moving the rest," he says, looking back at the pile. "Or rollers?"
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He relaxes a little when she points to the rock pile. "Yes indeed!" he says, and strides off to investigate. He'd have no hope of moving them normally, but if she can roll them to the stream...
He picks one and pushes it along, rolling it in great thumps over the ground by pushing his whole weight against it. Kiarrs don't sweat, but he can feel his ears flush with blood. He's gasping and panting by the time he reaches the stream, but he still manages to stand up straight. "One rock," he says, before bobbing his head and lapping at the water. Hard work is thirsty work.
"A lever might do the trick in moving the rest," he says, looking back at the pile. "Or rollers?"