// hope, is wonderfully messy //
After everything, a meal to commemorate the occasion sounded more than ideal. “Sounds good to me,” Lena offered in return, stretching out her limbs and already feeling the initial pull and weight of exhaustion beginning to bear down on her once more. As well as hunger, after such a long day’s work. Knowing the impending crash would be there eventually, and sleep bound to be bountiful, she and her share of the workers gazed over what was to be done in lieu of setup. “We can bring over some crates,” she inclined to Isla, in case her crew wanted to clean up and find a decent spot for the meal. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m famished!”
And the quicker they put things together, the quicker they could eat.
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Lena and her crew offer to set up the crates to make a table.
And the quicker they put things together, the quicker they could eat.
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Lena and her crew offer to set up the crates to make a table.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
