[PQ] [se] absence of light

MABEL

The first to arrive was a stranger – and she tilted her head, clearly trying to ascertain who he was. It wasn’t a predatory glance, though she could understand and surmise if it came across that way, based on her narrowed eyes and studying air. When she seemed satisfied with the scrutiny she nodded, accepting him into the fold. “Thank you,” was a quiet tone and gesture.

Aamu was expected, and she wasn’t certain how to feel or what to say. He’d likely seen and surveyed the damage for himself at some point. The way it splintered, cracked, and still somehow remained. Maybe just like the rest of them.

Trying not to think about the way things shattered, the youth took it upon herself to wander out of the rubble of the barn, and figure out what was needed next. “I was hoping to look at the roof first, and see what needs to be fixed.” She pointed to the ladder, a bit rickety in age, already placed aside the outer wall. “We can climb up.”

Following on her own directions, and not worried about Cameron possibly not being able to see as well as the Ascended, Mabel shimmied up the ladder quickly (as if she thought it might fall apart if she bore weight too long). Waiting for the others to wander in the same stead, she glanced at the smoldered, destroyed shingles, the long gashes seemingly cut through. “We need to re-shingle some areas, and someone can help me pry off these boards,” pointing to the jagged, clearly scarred ones – likely from the SparkBird’s rage. A pile of shingles had already been placed in pre-cursory thoughts, and a number of necessary tools.

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Head up the ladder (watch your step) and pick a task!

Mabel needs one more to help her pry off some boards, and another to start re-shingling. Presume the tools are already there for you.

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