In truth, Sienna did not know that this was not a common feat.
Only high-level water mages like Mirella could perform such refined supportive magic with ease.
To her, it seemed as natural as breathing. To others, it was extraordinary.
Satisfied with their work, Sienna nodded.
"That is all we can do for today. The crops here won't mature like they do inside the Spatial Farm, so now we can only wait."
Mirella agreed, and together they returned through the cave.
As they crossed the underground lake atop Mirella's magic, Sienna looked over the still waters and imagined the day when a sturdy wooden boat would glide silently across the surface.
One day, she thought.
One day, they would have the materials.
One day, they would have enough.
When they emerged near the mine entrance, they were greeted by the sound of shouting.
Voices rose in rhythmic bursts.
"Lift!"
"Heave!"
"Pull!"
