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A long time had passed and now in the wake of a great burst of energy she was weary. In her yellow dress she stood upon a gantry, rotating her view to find an understanding of why this swiftly flourishing work had stalled.
Her intention still held, but here, at this point had always been less firm. Its lack of definition now stood as a stark obstacle to her continued construction and it was too significant a piece to be filled in by a place-holder. Or so she thought of it.
On her island drifting through its eternal sea of blue sky she opened herself to inspiration, raising up her arms and summoning a wind so the moment felt right. Urgent inspiration did come, but it called back to an earlier stall and, though she found it compelling, did not resolve either that previous halt or this present one. Possibly it would be useful later; in lightning she etched its representation on a nearby stone, henceforth labelled precious.
She shook herself clear and- ahhh, there. If this part of the woven wire tower were expanded... take out that prospective bit which was silly anyway, move some reluctantly discarded pieces up higher and now perhaps it works. Story in story, not quite, not really.
She smiled and reached for more pieces. This might still be fun even if it fell over.
Her intention still held, but here, at this point had always been less firm. Its lack of definition now stood as a stark obstacle to her continued construction and it was too significant a piece to be filled in by a place-holder. Or so she thought of it.
On her island drifting through its eternal sea of blue sky she opened herself to inspiration, raising up her arms and summoning a wind so the moment felt right. Urgent inspiration did come, but it called back to an earlier stall and, though she found it compelling, did not resolve either that previous halt or this present one. Possibly it would be useful later; in lightning she etched its representation on a nearby stone, henceforth labelled precious.
She shook herself clear and- ahhh, there. If this part of the woven wire tower were expanded... take out that prospective bit which was silly anyway, move some reluctantly discarded pieces up higher and now perhaps it works. Story in story, not quite, not really.
She smiled and reached for more pieces. This might still be fun even if it fell over.
