5th Of Ashan
The hot head would use her intelligence as she knew better then to push herself beyond the extent of her physical ability. Even if it was a danger to her well being it felt serenely calming, she figured doing anything; just something to take her mind off her own troubled. made Lavana feel infinitely better as she was drenched in her armor.
The mortal born pointed at a broken six by six beam and politely requested it to be removed by several people "Excuse me, I can't lift this but if you guys work together I'm sure getting it off the ground and into the cart will be an easy task" as her injury was proving to be a most unforgiving adversary in the thick of it.
As she watched the men work together at her request she discovered something there, a power she didnt have before that she could use with relative confidence. There was something she had within, the ability to be a leader and while her grasp on what that entailed or did for her as a person was relatively lost on her. She had been given enough respect being injured that people listened and would cooperate.
Tactics began formulating in her mind as she saw her path to victory, as she coordinated her party using multiple people to clear heavy things, like shed learned from Vega on the day they had met. But now the situation was reversed, she could not do the physical labor only instruct those that lingered to work in cohesion as she took to this wasteland of mortar and rubble with ambition in her Amber eyes that grew wide with this wild gaze as she surveyed the scene, but she would not be doomed to flag or fail. Even as time went on and people started leaving.
As one cart got filled by unified efforts Lavana could walk along the side of the fresh cart making it's way in, as shed direct him and carriage to it's proper destination. While a small crew of volunteers worked together, and suddenly hard jobs alone were no sweat and nightmarish tasks if undertaken by onself could be absolved withnhaste and efficiency as they stayed focused on a singular objective and worked as a team.
Lavana seem to grasp this new concept, this was her element; she felt comfortable. As she used her skill set to fix a problem. Carriages came from all places and left, the mortsl born would use moderate ability to try and unjam the wagon situation as often carts would be coming and going on the same road and get stuck. Lavana would try get people to listen, and make the travel easier in and out as a one way. A few streets in and a few streets out, as they got filled and then they departed and then came back only to rinse and repeat the process. It was a U as they'd pull into the one way to collect and follow the make shift caravan on there way out.
Lavana wanted efficiency in her war machine, as she battled with the aftermath. The mortal born would not be haunted by her mistakes, shed own them and grow as she helped inadvertently make this disaster; and it was time for her to clean up this mess. As Raskalarns Daughter made attempts to redeem herself, not for anyone but herself. It felt good to have control
Lavanas efforts were her calling as a leader as Celarion glowed brightly around her arm. She wondered if this was her purpose as she kept a watchful eye on what was going on. The mortal born was maintaining her tempo while the numbers faded, but she stayed consistent she knew it was an undertaking but steady.
She was ready for new tasks, new objectives after trying to unclog the traffic in and out. It was a cog in the wheel that had been tended. The only problem was Lavana didn't know where to begin, she spotted an easy problem well enough but her organization skills were severely lacking as she tried to make sense of everything going on but couldn't exact appreciate the full picture.