Something was taking a knife to the first baluster--testing. For old wood, it had held up well; better than some of the stone, in fact. Whether or not it would take carving well or need to be replaced? Well. That was the question.
Speaking of the stone...one of the workers had been staring a hole in her back for a few minutes. She'd snuck a look under the pretense of tossing her hair from her eyes and found it to be that young hollow-eyed Templar who'd come to grief with Beleth some months ago. He looked a bit suspicious of her, but nervous. The kind of energy that couldn't decide if it were predator or prey. He reminded her of the little wounded kit she'd found a few years back. It had been angry, spit, hissed. Its claws certainly weren't anything to laugh about, but even so.
Right. Let him see. Perhaps it'll be his idea to talk.
Nahariel showed her work without looking, as she might show a wild thing. Shifted her position so he could see her hands, the blade, curls of wood that fell, the parchment across her knees with her designs, all under the cover of a small comfortable stretch.
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Speaking of the stone...one of the workers had been staring a hole in her back for a few minutes. She'd snuck a look under the pretense of tossing her hair from her eyes and found it to be that young hollow-eyed Templar who'd come to grief with Beleth some months ago. He looked a bit suspicious of her, but nervous. The kind of energy that couldn't decide if it were predator or prey. He reminded her of the little wounded kit she'd found a few years back. It had been angry, spit, hissed. Its claws certainly weren't anything to laugh about, but even so.
Right. Let him see. Perhaps it'll be his idea to talk.
Nahariel showed her work without looking, as she might show a wild thing. Shifted her position so he could see her hands, the blade, curls of wood that fell, the parchment across her knees with her designs, all under the cover of a small comfortable stretch.