[Seasonal Event] Spring Cleaning

Sam smiled at both Maea and Jigano - at one for the received offer of help and at the other for the silent approval. Every time he accomplished such grace in a conversation he felt as if he had knocked down another brick of his complicated and tall wall; a wall that had begun construction the first time he'd been locked in a room as a young child. Maea asked about the Spire, which he had only the knowledge of some books on and even then not much; it had always scared and worried him so he had kept distant of it. His sadness was clear as Jigano began to speak of the planned attack (he still believed it to be a poor idea, one that would rip away his best friends and do little). To distract himself and keep from another disagreement he went back to digging, throwing up the dirt easily. The broken window began to come into view, as well as the dark and dirty insides of the office within. "...L..Lot of work, here." He mumbled, mostly to himself, and kept digging. Here the dirt was packed harder, solidified by the pressure above it, and the job was a little harder. Still he worked steadily, letting himself fade into the background as the other two discussed the spire. 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