"I can't say that I've ever really thought about cracking the Skies. You're a very interesting person, Quajl. I wish that I had learned more about you back from the place I learned your smell. Oh well! I know you now. We can be friends even if I can't convince you to stick around."

It is cruel to end the embrace so quickly, but she must. Mosaic's body is already burning up from the build up of unfulfilled oaths; any longer and she would be a danger to touch. Her spine tingles in a way that feels like she caught lightning, her skin itches and begs for her to claw it off, and her eyes have begun to sting when she looks anywhere but the pile of materials she needs to start turning into housing.

Her claws rake across the stone, and where the sharp points touch she splits down roughly even lines. The heat of her palms is enough to melt rock, and she presses them at the corner to make rough fuses, just enough to get the shape of it going. Something she can lift and carry to where it needs to be before she starts hauling lumber to give it actual structure. On and on she goes, digging foundations and building these rather crude shapes one after another, doubling back regularly as she notices she has enough stone to add a room here or there to make space for all of the people that need to live here.

The work falls into a pattern. Carve, lift, support, expand, dig, lift, set. She can't chase more than a vague shape as she is, so she models everything she builds after the little cottage she lives in. Three rooms and an alcove, a flat roof. Not small, but not large either. But even still, her concept of home, recreated the best that she can. It isn't much. But what can she do?

"They're kicking everyone in Rosedam out of their homes," she explains as she works, back always to Quajl, "That's why I needed the mountain. Though they did a whole thing recently that makes me think there won't be a mountain for too much longer, either. The Royal Surveyor's got plans I guess. What can you do?"

She shrugs. With an entire roof lifted over her head, it gives the impression that the planet is shrugging along with her. 

"Lately, I've been wondering if I'm not doing enough. You know? I'm up to my ass in work and promises but shit just doesn't stop breaking. Some days it feels like I've almost got it, but then I wake up and..."

She slams the stone down on top of the latest building, her third so far. Cracks form all along the walls from the pressure of her power, and with a loud snap and a rumbling like a small avalanche the whole thing comes down around her. Mosaic grabs a chunk and hurls it in the direction of the ocean. She doesn't stop to watch if it makes it that far or not.

"There's gotta be more to life than this. Kidnapped siblings, sick sisters, and nothing to be done about it. Parties every day and songs when I go out, all this sweet air and food that's better than anything I can remember eating and it all just! It makes me itch. I have to get out of here. I have to [i]do[/i] something. I'm so strong. I'm stronger than anybody! So why do I feel so stuck?"

Mosaic's feet give out from under her. She slumps against her own ruined handiwork, and watches the sky. For the first time today, her shoulders sag. The work is catching up to her, and she looks tired.

"Tell me that, Quajl. Tell me that and I'll crack the Skies in half for you. Even if it's impossible. Even if it's wrong."