 Zing
Rufin opened the door to the storeroom and stood in the doorway momentarily, assessing what would be the best way to gather all he needed. He took out his wand - well you didn't expect him to carry it all with his bare hands did you - and made, first, for stones. Pointing his wand at a pile of stones, a few of them hovered above the ground; he directed them outside and left them in a pile next to the door. He looked at them for a moment, wondering if that was enough... Rafael had only said 'stones of all sizes'... he hadn't specified how many. Well, they were definitely different sizes and there seemed to be rather a lot of them - the pile almost came up to his knee. They should be enough for now, if they needed more they could always come back.
He walked back into the storeroom. "Okay, now I need moss..." he mumbled to himself... he looked up and down the shelves with plants on until he found a series of different mosses. He conjured a few containers and took a bit of each type - it's always nice to have variety - avoiding the more excitable ones; you didn't want to be poisoned by the decoration did you? He placed the mosses on the floor next to his pile of stones and smiled, this pond was going to be awesome!
One more thing. Wood. What type of wood? How much? What for? He stared at the piles of different woods in the storeroom and scratched his head. He'd just take some... oak. Everyone loves oak; it can be used for anything. And if they didn't like it then they could always change it. He picked out a few pieces that were easily movable and hovered them into the corridor, placing them down next to his neat pile of stones and the containers of moss.
"Well that's that done..." he smiled, then he looked down at his hand again, the burn was smarting. He put a little more of the solution onto it and it began to heal a little more. Nearly all gone now... hooray for magical medicines!
He looked back to his piles and made sure they were all neat, placing the wood on top of the stones and putting the mosses on top of the wood when it was sturdy; who needed help when magic was at hand? Now to get it down to transportation... |