Halo was a nice place to visit if you had a thick coat of fur, but after this Jigano knew he wouldn't want to live here. The work was grueling and his own sense of perfectionism protested against leaving the job done less than perfectly. If he had been in charge he would have persevered a while longer, seeking to smooth the bath's floor and grade it carefully, but perhaps it was for the best that Hotaru was the final arbiter of what was good enough for she saved him from himself.
With a tired smile he nodded acquiessence to her directions, and soon was lifting and carrying the stones to fit them into place as close and tight as he could, starting with the bottom of the pool and working his way up. No mention had been made of a drain, so he used a touch of fire magic to melt the cracks of the stonework together once it was in place, creating a smooth, seamless barrier to prevent the escape of mud or water - unless Hotaru had other ideas.
Isuma maintained her vigil in the front room, excited by all the new activity and chirping bright encouragement to the industrious humans at their incomprehensible human tasks.
With a tired smile he nodded acquiessence to her directions, and soon was lifting and carrying the stones to fit them into place as close and tight as he could, starting with the bottom of the pool and working his way up. No mention had been made of a drain, so he used a touch of fire magic to melt the cracks of the stonework together once it was in place, creating a smooth, seamless barrier to prevent the escape of mud or water - unless Hotaru had other ideas.
Isuma maintained her vigil in the front room, excited by all the new activity and chirping bright encouragement to the industrious humans at their incomprehensible human tasks.
