Mel's gaze darted to his fists, and then his face, a flicker of emotion ruining an otherwise flawless mask of neutrality, an audible click of a swallow interrupting the silence that had been let to grow following his snarled response.
The stable smells of shit, but not the familiar animal reek of manure, but the reek of blood and bile and waste accompanying disembowelment.
"You shouldn't be over there." She spoke just moments after his bid of gratitude, folding her arms across her chest. "It's dangerous." Soft with distraction her voice rang hollowly down the hall as she turned and passed behind a wall only to appear at the top of the wall, shrouded in shadows. In the hayloft overlooking the entrance of the stable she had constructed something of a nest, a makeshift bed nestled into the corner concealed at first glance by a low wall.
The roof here has remained whole and her "den" sheltered from the elements. Nestled in among her things was a small ledge stacked with goods including three wide, shallow clay cups and a small metal pot. Stacking the cups inside the pot, she collected the items along with a small corked jar and a slim wooden box into a satchel. Pulling it over her head and shoulder she fixed the hat on her head and stood, moving to lean on the half wall, peering down at him. "There's a bucket and a pump outside that functions around the other end of the building - did you have water pumps where you're from? I can show you how it works."
The stable smells of shit, but not the familiar animal reek of manure, but the reek of blood and bile and waste accompanying disembowelment.
"You shouldn't be over there." She spoke just moments after his bid of gratitude, folding her arms across her chest. "It's dangerous." Soft with distraction her voice rang hollowly down the hall as she turned and passed behind a wall only to appear at the top of the wall, shrouded in shadows. In the hayloft overlooking the entrance of the stable she had constructed something of a nest, a makeshift bed nestled into the corner concealed at first glance by a low wall.
The roof here has remained whole and her "den" sheltered from the elements. Nestled in among her things was a small ledge stacked with goods including three wide, shallow clay cups and a small metal pot. Stacking the cups inside the pot, she collected the items along with a small corked jar and a slim wooden box into a satchel. Pulling it over her head and shoulder she fixed the hat on her head and stood, moving to lean on the half wall, peering down at him. "There's a bucket and a pump outside that functions around the other end of the building - did you have water pumps where you're from? I can show you how it works."
