Aurelia
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia nods quietly to Maeve's words, glancing up at her when she winks, before returning to her work with a slight flush in her face. Her jawline tightens into a hard line, which sticks around until she's moved on to working on the footbridge. With the help of the other volunteers, she hopes to get off to a good start.
She gathers together with a few of the more knowledgeable men and women, debating over the best way to approach the task as well as factoring in appearances. How it'll look in the end matters, after all. With that squared away, she directs volunteers to specific tasks as they're needed. Half of her time is spent overseeing it, hoping to ensure things are done properly, and the other half is spent committing her own hard labors to the mix.
Aurelia talks with the volunteers to form a plan for the footbridge and spends equal time making sure it's started properly as well as giving them a hand.
She gathers together with a few of the more knowledgeable men and women, debating over the best way to approach the task as well as factoring in appearances. How it'll look in the end matters, after all. With that squared away, she directs volunteers to specific tasks as they're needed. Half of her time is spent overseeing it, hoping to ensure things are done properly, and the other half is spent committing her own hard labors to the mix.
Aurelia talks with the volunteers to form a plan for the footbridge and spends equal time making sure it's started properly as well as giving them a hand.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
