Sol listened and waited for the acceptance. And he was quite patient you know, despite the rather annoying accent which wasn't very fitting for a King to have to listen to. But he'd have to deal with it, especially because she said yes. Basically. A trial run counts as a yes for him.
It took a bit more patience when his name was spoken in that crude accent, not even fully sounded out and with no title to accompany it. It's absurd, the lack of manners around here! He had to get his title back pronto. Or find a way off this god forsaken world.
Right. What was she saying again? Oh yes, stone. After a deep breath, exhaling his frustrations away, he says, “It is Solrentorro. And yes, I have,” he says in a of course I have kind of tone, “Among just being a natural born King, you also happen to be standing in front of one of the best architects in his lifetime. And with the magic gifted to me by this world, I make more things that were previously not possible with primitive paws,” it is then he rises to his feet, walking forward a step to test the earth below him and see what it's made of. Focusing on the earth, he conjures the dirt and stones forward, whisking them into the air, combining pieces here and elevating other pieces there. Aguipua stands alongside him, watching with curiosity. When the artwork is done, he stands back to allow the beast a good site of it.
What's shown is a two story castle; the bottom level had plenty of wholes reminiscent of windows, with the top level void of a roof. The castle was built quite traditionally, and he tried to use the differing colors in the earth-stuff to make the accents and concaves stand out better, “This is a castle. Something like this would take months to build, and though we have dextrous paws, keeping something like in such smooth shape would be very difficult. But now? If I can get the materials, I have no doubt I can do it in just a few days,” he kept looking at the new artwork, making some minor changes here and there to help it better express the idea he was having in his head. As he did so, Aguipua turned to the stranger turned acquaintance and said, in his simple voice, “Excuse me, but I don't recall you ever giving us a name for yourself?”