[PQ] ashes to ashes

Silence stretches long and loud between the two of them as they work on the wall, uncomfortable even to a woman used to such kinds of discomfort. And she would have said something, but now is not the time; after - yes, after would be good (little does she know…) Loren, mercifully, pulls her away from the wall to help with the door and she begins to get to work with bring a hole in the piece for a metal attachment. She first ascertains what kind of latch it is, and then adjusts appropriately, screwing the pieces in tightly and then measuring the height for the matching piece on the other side of the frame. If and when Loren is ready to put the door on its hinges, Wessex will lift it and hold it so he can slide the pin in. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm

They say blood makes you related but

loyalty makes you family

Chulane would find himself putting the last of the panels up just about the time that Loren and Wessex would begin lifting the door into place. The healer nodded as the Wraith slid the pin into place. Stepping back, he swept his gaze over the door and the wall.

Then he smiled for just a moment. "Thank you, both of you, for the help. I couldn't have done it without you." He glanced at Wessex. "I don't know if Ascended even want or need healing as it's normally provided, but our services are obviously open to you. And I'd welcome any Ascended that might want to study medicine."

Turning to the vet, the Firebrand took a deep breath. "Take as much time as you need before coming to the school, alright." He looked at his two helpers, waiting to see if they had anything they'd like to say.

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This PQ is now concluded! Feel free to post a concluding post.

LOREN

CHULANE

The job completed, the vet finally stopped, surprised at how tired he was - mentally and physically. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised, if he considered all angles of the situation, and yet…

He didn't feel accomplished. Didn't feel satisfied. Within him, there was nothing but that numbness, that aching, yawning abyss of utter helplessness. He was without direction, without purpose, beyond what he could do as a carpenter for a healing school or a Chief of Agriculture in a frozen landscape.

Dark curls bobbed as he nodded silently to Loren's words, his glacial gaze not leaving the frozen ground as he simply made his way back to his house, back to where the little luxere waited for him, his only tether to what he'd lost.

it is better to know some of the questions
than all of the answers

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