26.Jan.12, 02:35 AM
Lymsleia took it all in. "I could use some help." She spoke softly as she felt the woman's eye appraise her. She lifted the log. "I just can reach that high-yet." she says patting the wall of logs she'd raised herself. "The name's Lymsleia, its pleasure."
The dark skinned woman tugged at her hair and let a few strands of dark hair fall to the back of her neck. She might not get sun burn easily, but overly warm skin was no picnic. Lymsleia carefully applied another layer of slurry to the logs, and carefully evened it out. She had managed to get one log-end up, but it seemed a futile effort to try and move the other one without unbalancing the frst end.
The young woman wasn't a toothpick, or a reed- and she certainly wasn't a skinned little coddled holder's daughter. Muscles rippled, sinewy and strong, but it was more the fact that it was her stature and build made it much more difficult to do this kind of work.
The dark skinned woman tugged at her hair and let a few strands of dark hair fall to the back of her neck. She might not get sun burn easily, but overly warm skin was no picnic. Lymsleia carefully applied another layer of slurry to the logs, and carefully evened it out. She had managed to get one log-end up, but it seemed a futile effort to try and move the other one without unbalancing the frst end.
The young woman wasn't a toothpick, or a reed- and she certainly wasn't a skinned little coddled holder's daughter. Muscles rippled, sinewy and strong, but it was more the fact that it was her stature and build made it much more difficult to do this kind of work.