Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
The last stacks of shingles wound their way up the length of the tree. Patting Niki on the shoulder for a job well done, Maea scooped up one stack at a time and passed them up to Liam, who hammered away until suddenly, there was nothing more to add. After helping him climb back down into the room, Maea stood quietly in the midst of the floor, wide eyed at the miracle they had wrought today. By no means a large room, it would still fit everything she needed. Warmth would be provided by the fireplace, space for bookshelves and herbs would be built into the walls, and right before the second window she would install a desk.
"We did it," she murmured, dazed as though she'd had her doubts about finishing the work on the same day. But looking between Nikandr and Liam, she realized that she would never underestimate either of them again.
Hurrying over to the doorway leading into the rest of the house, the ancient returned with a piece of wood - a split log found by the river - that would eventually become a threshold.
"Would you... consider signing this?" Setting the piece on the floor, she found a pen and held it out. "So that everyone who come in here knows who built it... I'll be carving it in later, when I've gotten better at it." Just like the rest of door posts, stairway railings and beams were carved, by other hands, Maea wanted to keep the tradition going.
Last round!
Please sign the log Maea has brought, to preserve and honor those who built the extention. (That would be you, loves <3)
"We did it," she murmured, dazed as though she'd had her doubts about finishing the work on the same day. But looking between Nikandr and Liam, she realized that she would never underestimate either of them again.
Hurrying over to the doorway leading into the rest of the house, the ancient returned with a piece of wood - a split log found by the river - that would eventually become a threshold.
"Would you... consider signing this?" Setting the piece on the floor, she found a pen and held it out. "So that everyone who come in here knows who built it... I'll be carving it in later, when I've gotten better at it." Just like the rest of door posts, stairway railings and beams were carved, by other hands, Maea wanted to keep the tradition going.
Last round!
Please sign the log Maea has brought, to preserve and honor those who built the extention. (That would be you, loves <3)
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!