Marcus
The quiet places remember
Marcus slid down from his saddle with a grunt, legs stiff from hours in the cold. With the luxere at the springs, there was work to be done. Hopefully, Marcus thought, moving around would warm him up.
He accepted a bundle of posts and wire without complaint, shrugging off his gloves long enough to get a better grip despite the bite of the air. The ground was packed hard with frost, and Marcus encouraged the workers who helped him pound in and place posts. Between posts, he kept half an eye on the luxere, watching how they huddled carefully around Amhran.
As the fence line began to take shape, Marcus wiped his brow.
Marcus helps with the fence!
He accepted a bundle of posts and wire without complaint, shrugging off his gloves long enough to get a better grip despite the bite of the air. The ground was packed hard with frost, and Marcus encouraged the workers who helped him pound in and place posts. Between posts, he kept half an eye on the luxere, watching how they huddled carefully around Amhran.
As the fence line began to take shape, Marcus wiped his brow.
Marcus helps with the fence!
