Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Large as she was as a bird, the snow upon the roof was nearly thick enough that she had to swim to get around. Shuffling to the edge, the ancient shifted back and lay flat on her stomach to get her arms as close to Hadama as possible. "Here, I can take them now."
It was bloody cold. Shivers and numbing fingers made her fast pace necessary as she hammered in nail after nail at roughly a full arm-span's length apart. The weather boards were old and weathered, and occasionally she had to move the nail so as not to split the wood, but it would do for one other half season; she had a feeling that much of the next year would be spent fixing the roof and maybe the chimney too.
"R-ready," she called out after hammering the last nail in place. Her face felt stiff with cold; touching a cheek, it felt rough and icy beneath her fingers, as if not entirely made of flesh and blood. "Be-better get t-this done quickly. 'm going marble." Her laugh was breathy and perhaps a little too bright; turning into a statue had not been on the agenda for the day.
It was bloody cold. Shivers and numbing fingers made her fast pace necessary as she hammered in nail after nail at roughly a full arm-span's length apart. The weather boards were old and weathered, and occasionally she had to move the nail so as not to split the wood, but it would do for one other half season; she had a feeling that much of the next year would be spent fixing the roof and maybe the chimney too.
"R-ready," she called out after hammering the last nail in place. Her face felt stiff with cold; touching a cheek, it felt rough and icy beneath her fingers, as if not entirely made of flesh and blood. "Be-better get t-this done quickly. 'm going marble." Her laugh was breathy and perhaps a little too bright; turning into a statue had not been on the agenda for the day.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
