Pull Your Weight

It was no surprise that Adur was going to swear her loyalty to her hatching place. The female had more than willingly taken up the mantle when Queen Rhys called upon them to repair the glass keeping the salt-grave ocean out, and the jungles within safe. The ever-expansive greenery gave way for her bulk, wrapped in hemp rope and dragging a pallet that had been stocked with adhesives crafted from the jungle's bounty. Her payload consisted of saps that had been fashioned into makeshift glues, dried plant matter stiffened into boards to press to the cracks in the dome, to stop — or at the very least, slow — the progression of the break.

Adur huffed, nostrils flaring in her exhale as she pushed on. Being an Iguanodon, she could burden the weight of a larger load, more than those little skittering things that had come into their homeland over the past little while. While a few were impressive in their own rights, many of them were quite small and all of them were unsuited for life in Atlantis. Perhaps that was just her ego talking, however.. her hubris took up more space than she did, a fatal flaw in her personality.

The hooting of the Queen's primates heralded her approach to the shattering glass. She could hear them above her, in the trees and denser foliage. They knew all, and that was a fact that all of the Atlanteans knew. There wasn't a moment that went by that wasn't already known to Queen Rhys. Some might've considered that terrifying, but Adur didn't seem to mind. She didn't have anything to hide, so why should she be worried about what the apes had seen? She was doing her part in ensuring the longevity of their home, dragging these supplies out here. Atlantis wasn't quite as large as the islands above, but it was no small space, either. The trek had taken at least two hours, from the ruins where everything had been gathered and fashioned, all the way out to the perimeter of the dome where the ocean's crushing presence loomed. The very idea that the glass could really shatter and flood the space in seawater was more terrifying than the spying primates, anyway..

Atlantis' perimeter was bustling already, with faces both new and familiar rushing between already deposited pallets to quickly aid in the reparation of the glass. The bipedal folk were quite helpful here, cradling supplies in their hands or pressing planks to the glass to allow them to dry. It was tedious work, the adhesive wasn't quite as quick as everyone would've liked, but it worked. Perhaps tar would've been more practical.. if they could've gotten their talons on any. That wasn't quite one of the threats that they had had to face, and time was running out much too quickly to go on some epic quest for it. With a final grunt, the Iguanodon lurched forwards, slipping from the rope harness around her chest to drop her hoard off at the site. That was only half of the job, however. Now that she was here, assisting in these reparations was vital.

Where an otherwise commandeering personality would've been present, Adur found herself falling into line here, jaws gingerly holding a broad leaf that housed the adhesive that would hold the makeshift planks to the dome. The scent of the adhesive was offensive, something strong and almost sour. It had her feathers puffing up and a low grumble sounding in the back of her throat; a quiet protest to the foul odor. It was a necessary evil, however. A little while of discomfort was quite a deal more desirable than annihilation. She was grateful for the help of those with wings, though it wasn't something that she'd voice. The cracks spider-webbed out in all directions, up and up towards the curve that marked the top of the dome, and down all the way to the steel base. Thin and foreboding, the glass cried where it was splintering in clinking echoes. It encouraged a slight furrow in her brow, and vitalized the urgency in her steps.

The application of the glue was impractical for someone like her. She didn't have the dexterous fingers that would've allowed her to manipulate the leaf like the Oviraptors or those that looked like them. Despite this, she reared back onto her haunches, hind legs bending to support the sudden shift of her weight. Her legs were strong, and pressing herself forwards into the glass helped alleviate the pressure her own bulk put on her form. One large foot planted firmly against the glass, though she was careful not to lean too far into it, mostly out of fear of breaking it further. She presented herself as unshakable, fearless, and yet there were quite a few things that sparked that nervous twinge in her gut.

Perhaps fingers would've come in handy here, employing the help of the apes that had pledged their loyalty to Atlantis' Queen. At least they didn't need to resort to smearing the leaf in such an embarrassing way, throwing her head back to slather the crack with the adhesive. The sap, a foul savior, seeped into the cracks in the glass, slathered amber in its semi-fluid state. Thick like syrup, and just as treacly. At the very least, she had some level of faith that it would hold for the time being, until they could gather something a little more long-term. The seawater threatening their precious jungle would not reach them today.

The dome groaned under her weight as she extended her hind legs, pushing herself upwards just a little further to reach a space just barely outside of her range. Her feathers puffed, large crest angled forwards and her brows were lowered, narrowing her rich brown eyes in her focus. Adur didn't often find herself enlisted with such a delicate task. Knocking down the small trees needed for the bark and plant matter they'd used to make the planks was light work, but balancing herself on such a surface and working with the tiny imperfections in Atlantis' border happened to be a lot harder than she would've originally assumed. When there was more resistance from her brush than there was application, she drew backwards. The orange-y substance coated the glass in thick globs, uneven and unprofessional in their application. She'd done her best, and so long as it held the planks they'd fashioned to the glass to prevent water leakage, that was all that mattered. She'd worry about it looking pretty later, practicality came first and foremost.

She dropped back to the ground with an audible thud, her large frame recoiling slightly with the force behind the small fall. A snort sounded from her, and her jaws hung open for just a moment, attempting to air out the offending scent that still clung to the back of her throat. She didn't taste any of it, but having that disgusting odor linger was bad enough. She'd have rather stuffed her nose in a Rafflesia than ever have to deal with that again. An undoubted over-exaggeration.. it couldn't have been that bad.

At the very least, she didn't have to worry about attempting to finagle the planks onto the canvas she'd prepared. From the trees, those aforementioned primates descended, dangling from low branches and observing the work she'd done. They'd handle it from here, although her work was far form done. Adur lowered herself once again, bending her neck to nearly touch the ground as the hemp rope tied to the pallet she'd dragged her supplies in on was looped back around her form, ready for another haul. The rest of her day was quite booked, trekking in and out of that dense jungle to bring supplies to the outer edges for the groups that were working just the same as she was to ensure Atlantis made it another day. Perhaps, in time, their work would pay off, and the Dome would continue to stand just as it did now; undefeatable and proud, identical to the citizens within its walls.