Damien
oh, let's take a chance and roll the bones
try to forget all them enemies and debts
try to forget all them enemies and debts
Damien straightened at the sudden racket from inside, dusting his hands on his trousers as he stepped away from the brace. The noise had an ugly edge—metal clanging, wood scraping, something alive screeching—and it was enough to pull him toward the door. He leaned in just far enough to catch the chaos: splintered furniture, little raccoons running around wildly, a dragon the size of a housecat loosing frost into the kitchen, and a cat the size of a... bigass cat prowling around. No Flora in sight.
His brows drew together for a moment, then he exhaled through his nose and shook his head. Nope! Not going in there!
“She’s fine,” he said flatly, turning back to Theea before she could get any ideas about abandoning their station. “If raccoons are what finally get her, then Torchline’s in worse shape than I thought.”
He crouched beside the next post, pressing it into alignment with the line they’d set. “Come on. Brace tight against the corner before you nail it—don’t leave a gap, or the whole thing will shift. Oh, and try not to smash your fingers,” His tone was steady, meant more to keep her focused and guide than to scold. Another screech rattled out of the house, followed by a crash, and the faintest tug of a smile pulled at his mouth. “See? Sounds like she’s winning.”
Damien checks on Flora, nopes out, and tries to keep Theea on task.
His brows drew together for a moment, then he exhaled through his nose and shook his head. Nope! Not going in there!
“She’s fine,” he said flatly, turning back to Theea before she could get any ideas about abandoning their station. “If raccoons are what finally get her, then Torchline’s in worse shape than I thought.”
He crouched beside the next post, pressing it into alignment with the line they’d set. “Come on. Brace tight against the corner before you nail it—don’t leave a gap, or the whole thing will shift. Oh, and try not to smash your fingers,” His tone was steady, meant more to keep her focused and guide than to scold. Another screech rattled out of the house, followed by a crash, and the faintest tug of a smile pulled at his mouth. “See? Sounds like she’s winning.”
Damien checks on Flora, nopes out, and tries to keep Theea on task.
