AISHA
The woman had settled into a rhythm, piling the snow up, then shoveling it into the wheelbarrows for another person to cart away. Occasionally she'd switch to wheelbarrow duty, when her arm muscles burned and longed to give the work off to her legs. But she preferred shoveling, the sweat she worked up from it was so satisfying, partly because she could actually feel the heat.
She had just sent a fellow soldier on their way with a barrel full of mucky snow when her name was chirped from nearby. She turned her head to find Belril, the kid from the grounds who had come here for Deepfrost. Smart of him, as a natural she certainly didn't have to tell him anything about longnight. If only everyone in the grounds would up and leave for the week, she wouldn't have to sulk over not being there to help, or panic over what might be lost.
She promised herself as soon as her duties here were finished that she'd return to the grounds for a bit to help clean up the wreckage. Reminding herself of that, she welcomed any help she could get now, for she was anxious to get the homecoming over with. She grimaced as well, having both things to be joyous for, and a nagging fear in her mind.
"Help sounds great, think you can handle a shovel?" she teased, jogging over to grab one from the pile of tools that congregated to the side of the path, then holding it out for him to take.
She had just sent a fellow soldier on their way with a barrel full of mucky snow when her name was chirped from nearby. She turned her head to find Belril, the kid from the grounds who had come here for Deepfrost. Smart of him, as a natural she certainly didn't have to tell him anything about longnight. If only everyone in the grounds would up and leave for the week, she wouldn't have to sulk over not being there to help, or panic over what might be lost.
She promised herself as soon as her duties here were finished that she'd return to the grounds for a bit to help clean up the wreckage. Reminding herself of that, she welcomed any help she could get now, for she was anxious to get the homecoming over with. She grimaced as well, having both things to be joyous for, and a nagging fear in her mind.
"Help sounds great, think you can handle a shovel?" she teased, jogging over to grab one from the pile of tools that congregated to the side of the path, then holding it out for him to take.
sinks through her teeth
she's not evil
she's not evil
this is chaos manmade
