you must burn brighter than ever
Perhaps a little too much force had gone into the opening of the door (she’d always been one not terribly observant about her own strength), and the resounding crack from the wall indicated she’d errored. She peeked around the frame, and shrugged her shoulders. “Oops.” More like a child suddenly caught sneaking things out of the cookie jar, she tiptoed away from those portions without a hint of shame, avoiding Fangorn’s stern gaze, promising to come back to it later.
Otherwise, she was bound to be occupied by the haphazard chair display, and the tables with broken pottery. The youth put her broom and dust pan down for the moment, since there seemed to be bigger issues at hand; and began moving the larger objects to the nearest wall, clearing out a space for shards to be swept up, and wooden pieces inspected for actual use. Most of them seemed to have fallen into complete disrepair.
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Melita ignores the hole in the wall for now, and starts moving the tables and chairs off to the side, to make room for sweeping. She also tries to inspect the tables/chairs to see which ones can still be used.
Otherwise, she was bound to be occupied by the haphazard chair display, and the tables with broken pottery. The youth put her broom and dust pan down for the moment, since there seemed to be bigger issues at hand; and began moving the larger objects to the nearest wall, clearing out a space for shards to be swept up, and wooden pieces inspected for actual use. Most of them seemed to have fallen into complete disrepair.
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Melita ignores the hole in the wall for now, and starts moving the tables and chairs off to the side, to make room for sweeping. She also tries to inspect the tables/chairs to see which ones can still be used.
Melita
