And now Harper was joining in? ...Well, Tal gave him a little wave and a weak smile, not sure whether he should be happy to no longer be the only adult in the room, or even more worried about the survival instincts about the group as a whole.
Definitely the latter, as it turned out. He'd been almost done with the door, and it was a pretty solidly alright door, if he did say so himself. The lumber in Torchline was a little softer than he was used to working with - he wouldn't want to make sled runners out of it, certainly - but it would be more than sufficient for a door that was properly cross-braced. He was just about to put the finishing bracing on when a pile of bricks fell onto the nearly-finished portal while he'd been lifting it and snapped the central boards under their weight.
The courier tensed, molars grinding as his jaw locked and his fingers tightened white-knuckled around his tools. He lifted a beetle-browed glare towards the culprit, but upon seeing Soleil he found himself swallowing back the grouchy snarl on the tip of his tongue. Sure, she looked old enough to know better, but he still couldn't stop seeing the adorable brat who had been running around Snowcloak for the past couple of years. After a moment he released the pent-up breath in an annoyed huff, blowing his unruly mop of dark hair out of his eyes.
"...Never mind. I'll make a new one," he mumbled gruffly, going back to the pile of lumber and starting from scratch. At least this time he knew how the wood would act beneath sander and nails, and he used the experience to build an even better door the second time around.
Tal goes to make a new door, take two!
Definitely the latter, as it turned out. He'd been almost done with the door, and it was a pretty solidly alright door, if he did say so himself. The lumber in Torchline was a little softer than he was used to working with - he wouldn't want to make sled runners out of it, certainly - but it would be more than sufficient for a door that was properly cross-braced. He was just about to put the finishing bracing on when a pile of bricks fell onto the nearly-finished portal while he'd been lifting it and snapped the central boards under their weight.
The courier tensed, molars grinding as his jaw locked and his fingers tightened white-knuckled around his tools. He lifted a beetle-browed glare towards the culprit, but upon seeing Soleil he found himself swallowing back the grouchy snarl on the tip of his tongue. Sure, she looked old enough to know better, but he still couldn't stop seeing the adorable brat who had been running around Snowcloak for the past couple of years. After a moment he released the pent-up breath in an annoyed huff, blowing his unruly mop of dark hair out of his eyes.
"...Never mind. I'll make a new one," he mumbled gruffly, going back to the pile of lumber and starting from scratch. At least this time he knew how the wood would act beneath sander and nails, and he used the experience to build an even better door the second time around.
Tal goes to make a new door, take two!
