They have a nice rhythm already building between them, and Hotaru only has to pluck a few splinters from her knees as they toil onward. No real harm done. "Thank you," she responds warmly, proud of the name she had chosen and glad to see it well-received. "A bonded is more than a pet, their soul is intertwined with yours. A link of sorts, to give and receive impressions, feelings and the like." It's no hardship to inform him, so innocent is his query.
The work never rests however, and her stamina is well and truly tested as she sands the boards down to the smoothest grain she can manage. Sweat tickles at the shallow of her spine, tickling beneath her nape. Until she gives a frustrated wrinkle of her nose and pulls the hem of her shirt up, twisting it and tying it down through the neck hole between her breasts. It's only marginal additional coverage in comparison to her breast bindings, but she doesn't want to scar either man for life if they're of the more sensitive sort.
"Good enough for me," she assures kindly as water is offered, drinking her fill before dipping her fingertips into it to rub across the make of her neck and her throat to try and cool down a little. Queen or no, a rugged life is not beyond her, and Kellan has been the best host he can to both she and Samuel already.
The work resumes shortly however, and she is admittedly both taken aback and flattered as he asks for her opinion on the structure. "So long as you have some sort of lip to the roof so that the glare through the glass doesn't set fire, and extra ventilation in the ceiling to avoid too much heat gathering." As the desert dwellers she'd lived with had done, though their windows had been narrow and too high to look through (and no, that's not just because she's short).
Sam picks his task, and Hotaru doesn't mind picking up the remaining task. With a gamely smile she approaches the materials for the walls, ready to coordinate with Kellan to get them properly mounted and secured.
The work never rests however, and her stamina is well and truly tested as she sands the boards down to the smoothest grain she can manage. Sweat tickles at the shallow of her spine, tickling beneath her nape. Until she gives a frustrated wrinkle of her nose and pulls the hem of her shirt up, twisting it and tying it down through the neck hole between her breasts. It's only marginal additional coverage in comparison to her breast bindings, but she doesn't want to scar either man for life if they're of the more sensitive sort.
"Good enough for me," she assures kindly as water is offered, drinking her fill before dipping her fingertips into it to rub across the make of her neck and her throat to try and cool down a little. Queen or no, a rugged life is not beyond her, and Kellan has been the best host he can to both she and Samuel already.
The work resumes shortly however, and she is admittedly both taken aback and flattered as he asks for her opinion on the structure. "So long as you have some sort of lip to the roof so that the glare through the glass doesn't set fire, and extra ventilation in the ceiling to avoid too much heat gathering." As the desert dwellers she'd lived with had done, though their windows had been narrow and too high to look through (and no, that's not just because she's short).
Sam picks his task, and Hotaru doesn't mind picking up the remaining task. With a gamely smile she approaches the materials for the walls, ready to coordinate with Kellan to get them properly mounted and secured.
