He inclined his head as she gave her name in greeting and only then moved to approach when her friendliness invited further conversation. His eyes rose momentarily to the Hels overhead, narrowing slightly to try and see them more clearly against the sky. There was something off about some of them...
But his attention returned to the young woman as she spoke again and he realized the difficulty she was having with the shovel and the stony ground. "May I?" he requested, holding out a hand for the tool. He did not have much experience in the use of such an implement, but he could make up for that with muscle and a little creative leverage as he worked the blade into the rocky soil and around the larger stones that impeded its descent. "Are you a resident of Torchline?" he asked while he worked, a courteous curiosity in his voice. He did not recognize her as one of his people, but there were a great many Torchers and he could not know them all.
Muscles flexed and bunched beneath brown skin criss-crossed with old scars that had been tattooed over in gold, and though his progress in the digging was slow it was also steady.
But his attention returned to the young woman as she spoke again and he realized the difficulty she was having with the shovel and the stony ground. "May I?" he requested, holding out a hand for the tool. He did not have much experience in the use of such an implement, but he could make up for that with muscle and a little creative leverage as he worked the blade into the rocky soil and around the larger stones that impeded its descent. "Are you a resident of Torchline?" he asked while he worked, a courteous curiosity in his voice. He did not recognize her as one of his people, but there were a great many Torchers and he could not know them all.
Muscles flexed and bunched beneath brown skin criss-crossed with old scars that had been tattooed over in gold, and though his progress in the digging was slow it was also steady.
