Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
It was a test on the kind of patience Maea didn't really possess. The first time the shelf slipped from the wall, she chalked it up to a bad job on her part and went to redo it. The second time, she gritted her teeth. The third time it thundered to the floor, she began to wonder if her last visit to a shrine had left her cursed after all, despite the seeming quiet. But what kind of curse would leave a person unable to mount shelves on a wall? Come now.
Sucking in a steadying breath against the burn that started up within, she moved with excruciating care as she started over from the beginning and redid the entire process. Shelf up. Nail in. Actually, she doubled the nails this time just to be extra sure they would stick, before moving on. Patience. Patience. She could break something later, when all of this was done.
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Maea has another go at the shelves >.>
Sucking in a steadying breath against the burn that started up within, she moved with excruciating care as she started over from the beginning and redid the entire process. Shelf up. Nail in. Actually, she doubled the nails this time just to be extra sure they would stick, before moving on. Patience. Patience. She could break something later, when all of this was done.
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Maea has another go at the shelves >.>
