I don't trust nobody
She watched as Melita deftly handled the hammer, banging the nails into the wood with such ease it was clear the girl had done it before. Each sequential bang made her wince despite her best efforts. "Fanghorn... That's an interesting name." She had never heard of a vampire gourd, but he was admittedly pretty cute. Except when he stared. Which was kind of weird, but Maeve didn't say so. "I've only been to the Grounds once myself," Maeve provided, not sure that the girl even cared, but feeling the need to fill the silence with words is pressing.
Instead of trying to keep up conversation, she let it lull, focusing on the task at hand. With the help of Melita and Fanghorn they were able to get through the majority of the work. Soon there was only one board left to nail into place. "Thanks for all the help again... Definitely wouldn't have been able to do this without the extra hands."
Instead of trying to keep up conversation, she let it lull, focusing on the task at hand. With the help of Melita and Fanghorn they were able to get through the majority of the work. Soon there was only one board left to nail into place. "Thanks for all the help again... Definitely wouldn't have been able to do this without the extra hands."
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
