Weak knees from the level, I’m sick from the treble, I’m your type of metal
Wandering and organizing really does seem to be the easiest job out of the bunch; more often than not, Hester found herself playing with the lost items they'd found, endlessly interested in the kinds of things people managed to misplace, to leave behind.
Glas' voice draws her attention out of the room she'd been poking through, Hester leaning out of the door to find her friend kneeling over something on the ground, the slowly creeping shape taking a moment to make sense. "There's an easier way to do that." She says easily, grabbing a candle from the room she'd been working in and carrying it out into the hall.
Kneeling down beside the stubborn boot prints, Hester brings the candle close, planning on letting the heat work it's magic on the barely sentient snow. But as she holds it close, sees the edges of the snow grow melty and transparent, a strange kind of guilt overtakes her, and she pulls the candle away, unable to go through with something that feels so cruel. "Do you have another chisel, or something?" The words are a little bit sheepish, Hester's hands moving to follow the abandoneds example, coaxing the snow into a more manageable shape to be relocated outside.
Glas' voice draws her attention out of the room she'd been poking through, Hester leaning out of the door to find her friend kneeling over something on the ground, the slowly creeping shape taking a moment to make sense. "There's an easier way to do that." She says easily, grabbing a candle from the room she'd been working in and carrying it out into the hall.
Kneeling down beside the stubborn boot prints, Hester brings the candle close, planning on letting the heat work it's magic on the barely sentient snow. But as she holds it close, sees the edges of the snow grow melty and transparent, a strange kind of guilt overtakes her, and she pulls the candle away, unable to go through with something that feels so cruel. "Do you have another chisel, or something?" The words are a little bit sheepish, Hester's hands moving to follow the abandoneds example, coaxing the snow into a more manageable shape to be relocated outside.
Hester
