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20.Feb.13, 05:35 PM
The dust hadn't really settled, but it was certain that the HealerCraft hall was in uproar about their workplace now being a breeding ground for filth and outside bacteria. Oahvakeen knew nothing of healing, but it seemed to make sense that it was bad that unadulterated sunlight and air was now where it wasn't before. He imagined if it was the wall to his bunk that got tore down, he'd feel pretty unhappy, too. Like the time he got his bedroom door taken away for a whole week for sassing his father about helping out around the house more.
A team of woodcrafters and metal crafters (building frame, workstations, and structural integrity), stone crafters (wall), papercrafters (books and charts and posters), glasscrafters (windows), and even smithcrafters (construction rigs, debris tools) had been assembled and briefed on the collaborative task, each craft being assigned to their specialty. With all the rush and politics and drama, little other planning had been thought of, and certainly nothing as detailed as schedules. But what Oahvakeen didn't know was that these 'assignments' were more of a fantastical formality, as the information hadn't gotten around properly. Little did he know that the task of repairs was pretty much assigned to whomever else was willing.
Today was the first day of repairs, and Oahvakeen had woken up bright and early (more of a result of insomnia than anything else). He wore his working clothes, working boots, and working tool belt. But his tools and belt were moot as there was little he could do away from his workstation and the forge, which was much too heavy to move. His thoughts were pre-occupied with musings on whether or not he could create his own forge here at the renovation site, where it would be closer.
He stood inside the HealerCraft building clutching his jaw in apprehension, marveling at the spot where a wall was no longer. Dusty light of dawn had begun to seep into the room, the same sunlight that would surely begin to wake other Pernese from their slumber in due time.
