Are
Occupying one's mind was as good a defense mechanism as any. A tool Are had polished to a mirror shine and honed to a razor's edge. Having nothing but hard work and barely a roof over his head was almost a blessing in this case, and Roana's pertinent advice helped push less practical things away. Are nodded and glanced out his "window", treetops barely visible in the distance. He had put it of for as long as he could, but he couldn't deny that any life he was making he would need to carve it out of the surrounding land. Trading could only get him so far, especially when you barely had enough to clothe yourself.
He had started to ponder how he would go about breaking down what rubble he could not move on his own. Methodically working away at the boulder in the basement til he could just simply brush it out the door. Any tools would help. The issue still remained, to have a workshop in place before the first harvest, he'd have to enlist help. Skilled and strong. He smiled and scratched his hair underneath the hat. Content with just letting ideas and plans roll around like loose marbles in his head.
Then memories came crashing down. A tidal wave he'd try to shut out. "Her..." was all his suddenly tight throat could muster before Are had to swallow the growing lump. "Yes, she'll come, and our home will be ready when she does." he nodded and laughed nervously, the panic setting in. Holes where memories used to be, holes where his soul was slowly leaking out. He twisted the ring on his finger, trying to remember her in the glint as the silver caught the light. "My wife, she went in as I did, she'll be here too, any day now."
He had started to ponder how he would go about breaking down what rubble he could not move on his own. Methodically working away at the boulder in the basement til he could just simply brush it out the door. Any tools would help. The issue still remained, to have a workshop in place before the first harvest, he'd have to enlist help. Skilled and strong. He smiled and scratched his hair underneath the hat. Content with just letting ideas and plans roll around like loose marbles in his head.
Then memories came crashing down. A tidal wave he'd try to shut out. "Her..." was all his suddenly tight throat could muster before Are had to swallow the growing lump. "Yes, she'll come, and our home will be ready when she does." he nodded and laughed nervously, the panic setting in. Holes where memories used to be, holes where his soul was slowly leaking out. He twisted the ring on his finger, trying to remember her in the glint as the silver caught the light. "My wife, she went in as I did, she'll be here too, any day now."
