“How do you wish some sticks into a raft?” I say as my hand brushes against the tangle of driftwood on the side of the bank. Feeling the bark beneath my hand, noticing that there's barely enough wood to make something big enough to support my weight.
Eli wasn’t fat or anything there just wasn’t much wood, with him weighing around 160 lbs at 6 feet tall. At first gnce, Eli could be described as wiry being built for precision rather than strength, having little to no bulk. A closer look one would see that he seemed taunt, like a bow ready to fire at a moment's notice. Empathized by his long limbs, prominent colrbone, and taut shoulders; as if his muscles will condense to enhace his agility. If that weren’t unique enough, he had short red hair that looked like burnt copper that paired strangely well with his light green eyes. He might appear menacing to the eyes, if it weren’t for the ck of trained muscles and carrying himself like a gentle gi
ant.
“So, I just touch and wish? What’s supposed to happen?” Eli questioned in his low easy-going voice, wondering what would happen next.
Then he felt something in his core, unable to pin a specific area of his body rather feeling like it was in the core of his being. It was sphere shaped though was malleable to his nudge, ready to take on whatever form he granted it but currently dormant. Following his new instincts, he began to pull, guiding the sphere out of his body was a red and sliver blob seemed to materialize before him. Staring in wonder at this ball of energy that was seemingly contained his own energy, Eli began to guide it toward the wood after breaking from his stupor.
It quickly sunk toward the middle of the pile before there was a dim fsh of silver light, energy grabbing the wood branches. For a moment the soaked wood is pushed out before rapidly pulled back in. Pieces aligning, shaping the wood what is barely a rectangle as the branches begin form a weave, foregoing the need for nails or ropes. Then the energy stops as the wood pile settles into a raft woven from branches.
Driftwood Raft Obtained
√ Raft Obtained- Believe in magic yet or need more convincing?
That’s one objective done, I noted as I shook the raft to test its sturdiness. Not a budge. Should hold together if I don’t hit anything or pass through rough water. Wouldn’t be able to do anything really if some rapids approached. This thing has too much drag to move very easily.
Speaking of moving, I look around, searching for fallen branches at the forest to make some sort of oar. Eventually finding a rge one nearly 7 ft long after walking a bit in, I drag it back to the water. Only to realize that I have no idea how to make an oar. Staring at the river as I begin to break the side branches not knowing what else in the meantime.
The river looks about 60 ft wide, about the length of some of this pine trees, not overly rge just the kind of river you would find running through a mountain range. Doesn’t look deep either observing as the clear water only appears to be 6-7 feet in depth in the middle.
As I break the st branch and end up with a long pole, I realize that I could just use this to push off the bottom, but would that count for the guidance?
Setting Pole Obtained √ Oar? - Surprise! Even a stick would’ve worked, just needed something to steer. I look bnkly at the message wondering how many people are struggling to make proper oars only to have needed a stick.
“Wonder how many people are going to be pranked by this goddess just from this alone?” Shaking my head as I refocus on my raft, time to get a move on.
Pcing the pole onto the raft, I get behind it and push, nearly falling over as it weighed barely anything. Catching myself I hoped tangle of branches, grabbing the pole once comfy and guided myself towards the moving water.
As the front-end catches on the current, I mumble to myself, “Here we go”
