Rory had helped out with the renovation process as much as he could, still having to devote some time to safeguard his farm and crops from Flinthopper fires, tending to his animals, and the like. But what time wasn't taken up by the bare bones of his own life he spent at the Atheneum, bringing his ponies and toiling among the rest of the townsfolk.
That morning Rory arrived, hitching Talys and Esaia outside, his leather work gloves stuck down his belt. He nodded and exchanged greetings with those he knew, waving to Melita (who was busy talking to someone Rory didn't recognize) and motioning questioningly to his own hand—silently asking if her hands were okay. Then he went past them, findingJigano bent over his diagram.
"Got a plan?" Rory asked, not doubting that he did, and propped his ass on the table's edge as he waited for the work to begin.
That morning Rory arrived, hitching Talys and Esaia outside, his leather work gloves stuck down his belt. He nodded and exchanged greetings with those he knew, waving to Melita (who was busy talking to someone Rory didn't recognize) and motioning questioningly to his own hand—silently asking if her hands were okay. Then he went past them, finding
"Got a plan?" Rory asked, not doubting that he did, and propped his ass on the table's edge as he waited for the work to begin.
