NATE
Who could ask to be unbroken
or be brave again?
or be brave again?
Or honey hope even on this side
of the grave again?
of the grave again?
Nate claps and gives the younger ascended an approving smile, barely managing to keep from laughing at the outburst and stumble. Though, if he really tried, it could probably be excused as laughing with and not laughing at. Stepping past Clemente, Nate takes the axe back again, chopping off branches along the length of the log, throwing away anything too small to work with until he got a decent sized branch.
"Seasoning is just letting it sit until it's nicer to work with. If you're going to be making furniture, you'll want to give it some time, since the wood changes shape as it dries out. But little things," the axe and branch are both held out to Clem, a bright smile on Nate's face, "should be fine. I can help you take all this back to where you're staying, if you want?"
"Seasoning is just letting it sit until it's nicer to work with. If you're going to be making furniture, you'll want to give it some time, since the wood changes shape as it dries out. But little things," the axe and branch are both held out to Clem, a bright smile on Nate's face, "should be fine. I can help you take all this back to where you're staying, if you want?"
And who could ask it to be sound
or to feel saved again?
or to feel saved again?
But stick around until you hear
that music play again
that music play again
