[ Reality is often sobering; humbling. Even as Sen strains at the rock with what she hopes is all her might, it stays stubbornly still. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe she wasn't strong enough after all.
— but she's not alone. She's willing to ascribe their eventual victory to Zita's presence - two people more than one. ]
Nice!
[ They'll have to guide it to the side and away from the doorway, scrambling across the room like a pair of crabs - but it's moving. Progress, no matter how small, does wonders for one's motivation against an insurmountable task.
Only when they reach a clear spot does she try to set the rock down, hopefully matching Zita's rhythm. The strain on her hands is starting to rebound as they finally drop the troublesome bolder, leading to Sen flapping her hand in a bid to get rid of the sting. ]
rolls into this thread heheh
— but she's not alone. She's willing to ascribe their eventual victory to Zita's presence - two people more than one. ]
Nice!
[ They'll have to guide it to the side and away from the doorway, scrambling across the room like a pair of crabs - but it's moving. Progress, no matter how small, does wonders for one's motivation against an insurmountable task.
Only when they reach a clear spot does she try to set the rock down, hopefully matching Zita's rhythm. The strain on her hands is starting to rebound as they finally drop the troublesome bolder, leading to Sen flapping her hand in a bid to get rid of the sting. ]
One down! That was great, thank you.