[Seasonal Event] Spring Cleaning

Sam smiled politely at Jigano's apology, which he found wholly unnecessary (he was used to being told off, at least this had been for a reasonable thing). It was more comfortable for himself to be out of the sun anyway; he was more than conscious of the fact that if he tilted his head the wrong way or lifted any of his clothes just an inch, it could be painful. It was why all the windows in his home were covered or painted, why his shop's desk was far from the storefront. He nodded at Jigano when he looked about at Maea's interest in the guild. His favourite page he had so far done for the records book had been the list of members, with each written in careful gold lettering with a representational flower as a flourish. He was excited for the chance to add another with small, delicate white blooms. The issue and solution was explained and Sam went to look at the piles of rubble more closely, moving a heavy piece of stone easily with his Ascended hands. He would need a shovel for the majority of the work, but it was easier to do the top parts with the gifts The Voice had given him. "You kn-know..." He mumbled, with a soft smile on his face. "M..Maybe we should ke-keep it. Make the gu..guildhall more mysterious with ju-just candlelight. And Ascended friendly." Sam was not a frequent joker and he looked up for approval for this weak attempt into humour. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child