As Jigano held his little thank you speech in the oncoming dark Rory found that a day's hard work had whittled away his concerns about being proper in public. Which meant that after most friends and workers trailed out of the Atheneum, Rory—still sun-warm and sweaty—did his best to waylay Jigano. Perhaps it would involve rough kissing and being pushed back against walls. Perhaps it wouldn't.
Anyway.
He was, of course, back the next day: fully dressed, watching the scaffolding with contemplative blue eyes in the morning light. Rory..wasn't sure if he was a fan of heights. Trees? Sure. Buildings? Mmh... but, if he had stood at the top of the Spire and watched the world stretching beyond his previously known horizons...
So he walked up the scaffolding with the others, choosing to follow behind the rest and lay out and secure the tiling. It was soothing and repetitive and not so exhausting, which was a nice change of pace.
Anyway.
He was, of course, back the next day: fully dressed, watching the scaffolding with contemplative blue eyes in the morning light. Rory..wasn't sure if he was a fan of heights. Trees? Sure. Buildings? Mmh... but, if he had stood at the top of the Spire and watched the world stretching beyond his previously known horizons...
So he walked up the scaffolding with the others, choosing to follow behind the rest and lay out and secure the tiling. It was soothing and repetitive and not so exhausting, which was a nice change of pace.
