#brightwindsbarony

"We gotta help 'em. I can hopscotch if we get closer... Is there a dry spot? Maybe up on a ridge?"

"I... I got dross!"

"Or I can try to use Primal to create a hump... more sand, more earth..."

Cathir says "they follow those rocks you say? the glowing ones? Maybe if we can move one of them up to dryer ground the ohers will follow?"

"Right!" She checks her pockets. Does she have any on hand, or are they stored somewhere nearby?

(Or there are still some in the Fort Area?)

"That sounds like a good plan... and the hills look drier..."

"I can gimmix 'em too... but we're not close enough." She carefully looks around for any adults who might try to stop the rescue!

(Yes they do have some in the fort area. And she has her own stored)

Curretly the adults are distracted

Grete sets her jaw. "Let's go!" And carefully slides down next to the rivulet, and starts picking her way across the damp ground.

Ashlee moves quickly to Grete's side, ready to protect her

cathir agrees, and looks worried "I actually feel sorry for the landsharks. Is that odd?"

Indeed.. they snap, but more biting the earth, like a drowning personn trying to find air

"No, I like 'em. I mean, if they're not trying to bite me. It would be cool to swim through the ground... Better than actually swimming." She says with an air of distaste.

"I mean, they're just animals. They can't help being sharks."

"Not like how people are, right?"

Grete digs into her pockets and picks out bits of dross. Here is a chip of cement with part of a grafitti pattern on it, and a funny shaped stone she picked up... She nods. "People have to be bad on PURPOSE."

Eyeing the Fort, she spies a few bits of the glowing ore she had shoved into chinks in the rock. "Irene, do you know how to Gimmix?"

"If we can pry those loose without actually going OVER there..." The sharks may not be on the attack, but they could still do real damage!

"Yeah, if one lands on us, we die" Felicity gulps

"I can, yeah! Like, you gotta make witchy hands..."

ashlee nods , witchy hands make sense

Grete works on moving closer, testing the ground before the others. She's sturdy and can make sure that the footing is safe.

"Allaakazoo and allakamoo it's bibidi boppadee boo..."

A little glowing rock pops free and bounces along the air... almost dancing with Irene's song.

She directs it towards the hillside with expressive hands, mirroring each "bounce" on its way.

the sharks follow, their source of heat..er glamour.. but they do follow.. snapping and chasing and flopping and then

Meanwhile, Grete knees and start scooping up dirt and sand, letting the water run back out and heaping it into a pile. She works it into a Primal bunk, and wills a hunks of solid earth, loamy grit and sand to appear, like stepping stones on the way to the ridge. Aiming on spots to help easing the sharks' passage.

And Ashlee helps! knowing some primal herself

Cathir points to sharks "Follow the stones!" Dictuming

"you just like ordering creatures around" Felictiy observes

"Not JUST" Cathir says loftily

Order or not, it helps those sharks who might get lose back on track and then..

they dive into the new dry hill!

One by one, like reverse salmon!

Irene laughs. "Oh, this is cool! Follow the bouncing ro-ock..."

and they do, it's a bit like dogs after a tennis ball...

Ashlee grins "They're 'swimming' again"

As for Grete, she can sense an almost relief from the sharks. Water is, after all, treacherous, almost as unreliable as air! In Earth and dirt we trust!

She grins, watching them play. "I get it, guys. I was stuck on a ship once..."

Oh yes, a luxury cruiser.. it was hell on earth

or hell NOT on Earth

"Oh, I want to go on a ship! Can you imagine climbing the rigging?"

She shudders.

"Like Peter Pan and the pirates!"

"You should talk to Lady captain Siv if she visits" Cathir says

"NO thank you!" Firmly

"And. oh, and then taking to port and exploring a cave?"

Trying to help!