Nina
I was in my tower weaving nightmares
Twisting all my smiles into snarls
Twisting all my smiles into snarls
Nina lingered long enough to hear the instructions given by Deimos and the man she didn’t recognize. ”I see. We will do our best.” And then she and Ember were off, wandering along the trench with eyes turned down to survey the geography. They went along for a ways without incident, but soon enough stumbled upon a section along the wall that had crumbled away. Nina regarded the spot with an inward sigh, but turned without complaint to retrieve a shovel from the nearby supplies.
First, she tried to return the soil and rocks that had crumbled away to their original spots; then she retrieved more dirt from the supplies provided and filled in where erosion or battle or some such thing had washed away the original walls. It was backbreaking work, but she stayed at it dutifully, and before long, stepped back to admire her efforts. It was a good thing it was Longheat, or this would have been much more difficult, the ground hard enough to break her shovel and her patience.
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Nina uses a shovel to fill in the crumbling portions of the trench.
First, she tried to return the soil and rocks that had crumbled away to their original spots; then she retrieved more dirt from the supplies provided and filled in where erosion or battle or some such thing had washed away the original walls. It was backbreaking work, but she stayed at it dutifully, and before long, stepped back to admire her efforts. It was a good thing it was Longheat, or this would have been much more difficult, the ground hard enough to break her shovel and her patience.
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Nina uses a shovel to fill in the crumbling portions of the trench.
They say what doesn't kill you makes you aware
What happens if it becomes who you are?
What happens if it becomes who you are?
