It wasn't comfortable, but it was working - Mel adjusted it up on her hip and shook her head as she veered away from him, as though he meant to snatch the thing from her. Though it certainly would have been a load off of her shoulders she wasn't about to give up flax. Whether making a valid point or simply being obtuse, she persisted, puffing softly. "I'm fine, why, are you getting tired?" Breathless as her voice sounded, Mel's bluff was easy to call. This was harder than she had expected it to be and she regretted everything. "It's not far, sorry if you can't keep up."
It wasn't far - Mel didn't like the more central ruins, though many outliers appeared to have massive failures in their structural integrity. She had found (by fortune or bad luck she wasn't yet certain) what appeared to have once been a small stable or barn built of stone and wood. The roof had been plucked largely clean of shingles by time and elements, worn through in places all the way through to show the rafters like the ribs of some massive corpse. Outside in the small yard adjoining the stable the troughs stood full of water, rocks poking up from half of them, presumably holding an earlier haul. "See? Told you. Wasn't far-" Panting she heaved the flax down to the ground near where the gate must have once stood to the yard, a single stone post surviving, though the top half and its partner on the other side of the road had been scattered long ago. Mel leaned heavily into the pillar, eyes fluttering shut as she concentrated on the sweet sweet feeling of near victory - she was certainly glad that this unpredictable stray hadn't bitten her yet, knowing full well she'd never had arrived with her haul without help.
Gulping, eyes shut she waved blindly toward the trough. "Over there is fine - I'll fix it later, you've done enough, Mister Monnrow."
It wasn't far - Mel didn't like the more central ruins, though many outliers appeared to have massive failures in their structural integrity. She had found (by fortune or bad luck she wasn't yet certain) what appeared to have once been a small stable or barn built of stone and wood. The roof had been plucked largely clean of shingles by time and elements, worn through in places all the way through to show the rafters like the ribs of some massive corpse. Outside in the small yard adjoining the stable the troughs stood full of water, rocks poking up from half of them, presumably holding an earlier haul. "See? Told you. Wasn't far-" Panting she heaved the flax down to the ground near where the gate must have once stood to the yard, a single stone post surviving, though the top half and its partner on the other side of the road had been scattered long ago. Mel leaned heavily into the pillar, eyes fluttering shut as she concentrated on the sweet sweet feeling of near victory - she was certainly glad that this unpredictable stray hadn't bitten her yet, knowing full well she'd never had arrived with her haul without help.
Gulping, eyes shut she waved blindly toward the trough. "Over there is fine - I'll fix it later, you've done enough, Mister Monnrow."
