Weak knees from the level, I’m sick from the treble, I’m your type of metal
There is going to come a point where her self claimed reputation of 'Ningo Chaser' is going to come back to bite her, of this Hester is positive. But, today is not that point. Today, between her banging the broom in the chimney and lightning her smoky fire, she is triumphant, and her disgraced opponent flies away squawking all the way. It rains soot down upon them all, and as if it knows who has slighted it, an extra present comes dropping down onto Hester's shoulder, much to her chagrin.
It's supposed to be good luck, Hester tells herself, as she gets to work on the walls. Perhaps it will bode well for the building.
Physical labour like this is not necessarily something Hester is unfamiliar with, but it's not something she's particularly good at either, and it shows in how slowly her efforts begin to take shape. But she's persistent, even if it takes a toll on her conversation. If she's successful in her efforts to finish, she'll move to help with the roof, though it's a task beyond her knowledge, and she'll simply defer to whomever seems like they have the best handle on it.
It's supposed to be good luck, Hester tells herself, as she gets to work on the walls. Perhaps it will bode well for the building.
Physical labour like this is not necessarily something Hester is unfamiliar with, but it's not something she's particularly good at either, and it shows in how slowly her efforts begin to take shape. But she's persistent, even if it takes a toll on her conversation. If she's successful in her efforts to finish, she'll move to help with the roof, though it's a task beyond her knowledge, and she'll simply defer to whomever seems like they have the best handle on it.
Hester
