Quanil latched onto Ronin as if their life depended on it and was slow to release him. They frowned at the floor as if it had personally done this to betray them. So much for not looking like a weirdo. But once they were sure of their footing again, they let go immediately.
In trying to find something useful to do again - something less "flail like an idiot"-esque - they saw Libbs's splintery accident. "Ouch," they winced and called over, "You okay?"
But apparently everyone else was convinced she was fine, because now that the rubble was gone (and things somewhat... steadier), it was time to deal with the roof more directly. Quanil was considering which one they'd be more help with when Ronin summoned up a cloud.
A CLOUD.
And as if that wasn't enough, Frey's tit, is that a DRAGON?! They'd never seen one before, and they were suddenly overcome with the strong urge to pet it. Their widened eyes stared at Ronin and the CLOUD and the DRAGON and...
...and they were meant to be helping.
They cleared their throat, hoped no one had noticed them gawping instead of working, and went to help reinforce, because that seemed quickest, easiest, and the least likely to draw more attention to what a bumpkin they were.
Maybe if I can just lean against something and hold it up, it'll hold me up, too. No more almost-falling-on-my-ass. And I'll be looking at the beams and not everyone else, since they probably think I'm a dumb Fields kid who's never seen a dragon before... which I am and I haven't and... Yeah, reinforcing. Good idea.
Reinforcement!
In trying to find something useful to do again - something less "flail like an idiot"-esque - they saw Libbs's splintery accident. "Ouch," they winced and called over, "You okay?"
But apparently everyone else was convinced she was fine, because now that the rubble was gone (and things somewhat... steadier), it was time to deal with the roof more directly. Quanil was considering which one they'd be more help with when Ronin summoned up a cloud.
A CLOUD.
And as if that wasn't enough, Frey's tit, is that a DRAGON?! They'd never seen one before, and they were suddenly overcome with the strong urge to pet it. Their widened eyes stared at Ronin and the CLOUD and the DRAGON and...
...and they were meant to be helping.
They cleared their throat, hoped no one had noticed them gawping instead of working, and went to help reinforce, because that seemed quickest, easiest, and the least likely to draw more attention to what a bumpkin they were.
Maybe if I can just lean against something and hold it up, it'll hold me up, too. No more almost-falling-on-my-ass. And I'll be looking at the beams and not everyone else, since they probably think I'm a dumb Fields kid who's never seen a dragon before... which I am and I haven't and... Yeah, reinforcing. Good idea.
Reinforcement!
