24.Dec.20, 03:06 AM
He smiled at the approval she gave, nodding in thanks. “I’m glad. That one is Venan’s chief concern, but I’d like to show you the one that I really want you to take a look at.” With a playful twinkle to his eye and smile still playing at his lips, he guided her around to the back, to a path he’d cleared to the other threadshelter. It sat about a quarter mile up a small slope, visible if you looked at it, but still nondescript enough to blend in if one wasn’t paying attention.
The building wasn’t much; he’d reinforced and rebuilt parts that were in the worst disrepair, and started what would become another outer wall to expand the place. Another room would do nicely. A few particularly large stones mapped out the area he’d level out of the hillside once the ground was no longer frozen. He hid a smile when he realized that the proposed area would be at least large enough for the brown they’d ridden down on to curl up in.
“This has been a…side project. One I’d still like your eyes on, if you’d be so kind.”
His heart felt like he was halfway through an express sprint, but he forced himself to still his breathing as they trudged up the hill. Shards, he felt like he imagined a candidate on the Sands for the first time must feel…would he be chosen?
“I’ve been fixing this one up. It’s been unused since they rerouted the trace, and Venan told me to ‘take care of it how I saw fit.’ So…” He coughed slightly, his throat suddenly dry. Despite the cold, he found his palms sweating, and he tried to discreetly dry them on his jacket.
The building wasn’t much; he’d reinforced and rebuilt parts that were in the worst disrepair, and started what would become another outer wall to expand the place. Another room would do nicely. A few particularly large stones mapped out the area he’d level out of the hillside once the ground was no longer frozen. He hid a smile when he realized that the proposed area would be at least large enough for the brown they’d ridden down on to curl up in.
“This has been a…side project. One I’d still like your eyes on, if you’d be so kind.”
His heart felt like he was halfway through an express sprint, but he forced himself to still his breathing as they trudged up the hill. Shards, he felt like he imagined a candidate on the Sands for the first time must feel…would he be chosen?
“I’ve been fixing this one up. It’s been unused since they rerouted the trace, and Venan told me to ‘take care of it how I saw fit.’ So…” He coughed slightly, his throat suddenly dry. Despite the cold, he found his palms sweating, and he tried to discreetly dry them on his jacket.