This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
Maea laughs politely. "I'm always up early," she admits. "Force of habit." First it had been the rules of the orphanage where she grew up, then a portion of her training in search and rescue, and now it just seems silly to waste daylight hours when she can get so much done. "Sure, I'm happy to help!" she adds after Maea's invitation, offering a friendly smile to Liam as she goes to gather supplies.
Once decisions are made regarding the size and placement of the stage, Lyra gathers up a hammer and pockets some nails. She follows Maea over to the wood pile and selects one large plank at a time, carrying it over to the frame of the stage and beginning to hammer pieces into place. It's not particularly exciting work, but it's mindless, and Lyra finds herself going over the many things she hopes to do in the Greatwood before heading home in her mind.
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Lyra helps build!
Once decisions are made regarding the size and placement of the stage, Lyra gathers up a hammer and pockets some nails. She follows Maea over to the wood pile and selects one large plank at a time, carrying it over to the frame of the stage and beginning to hammer pieces into place. It's not particularly exciting work, but it's mindless, and Lyra finds herself going over the many things she hopes to do in the Greatwood before heading home in her mind.
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Lyra helps build!
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
