[PQ] hold a weight

DEIMOS

Not one to keep idle or still, the Sword managed to continue gathering while he waited, and as mid-morning approached, so did the usual suspects. “Bastien,” he snorted towards the rendered artist, obliging half a smile at the comments. He was tempted to ask on Rexanna’s condition and their impending arrival, but thought better of it as the crowd loomed; perhaps an inquiry best left unsaid until another opportunity. “Thank you for the furs,” instilled instead to Bastien in deep, rumbling accord, and those, unless they had another ridiculous fire incident this year, could be easily returned when everything settled, when spring awakened out of the frost and night’s reach.

Jigano, in turn, brought forth extra meat, supplying wares and frozen abilities, inclined to almost check those notions off his list, but held off in case more came in. The Sage received a nod and a smirk. “We can try.” Because gods knew the potential for disaster and mayhem even in the simplest of tasks.

The leopardess’ presence invoked another quick smile as she brought forth food from more hunts, and some amount of relief began to chisel in his chest. Perhaps it was the weight of clarity, of less burdens, of others doing their part, instead of him racing off to strive and accomplish every task set before them (intentionally ignoring Rexanna’s suggestion). “Of course,” in response to her inquiry. Aisha and her energy would serve them well in the upcoming efforts.

Then there was Evie, who earned a tilt of his head at the lengths of exhaustion written on her face, and perhaps, unfortunately for her, the embarking of overprotection of family began to unravel from his existence. “You all right?” A whisper, purposefully inaudible to anyone else, low intonations, the glance underneath a furrowed brow. Perhaps it was the mere run-around this time of year, back and forth collecting, snagging, and grabbing at everything they could, the call of LongNighr sharper and sharper with each passing day.

Then, they needed to get to work.

He brought forth his list, glancing back and forth at them as he spoke. “Thank you for being willing to assist.” Especially with so much to be done. A breath unfurled, and then he was forging onward. “I would like two to help prepare rooms,” and his gaze went to bedding nearby, wherever anyone would be situated in the structure. A pair would be able to complete it readily. “One to lay out the carpeting and rugs,” his finger pointing towards the snow-moss laden fabrics, which Jigano would readily recognize from earlier distinctions and stitching in the season. “And I need one more to help me start blocking windows.” Wooden board and blackened shrouds, meant to cover and contort, to shield their lighting displays from the monsters laden outside.

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Pick and choose, and let’s get to work! No post order!

We need:

Room Preparation:
1. --
2. --

Lay Out Rugs
1. --

Block Windows
1. Deimos
2. --

He was something solid

to lean against

violent and fierce and unmoving