[his voice is soft. maybe ardbert hasn't quite heard what he was trying to say; maybe that's his own fault, but in any case, a hundred years of misery isn't going to be wiped clean in a day. it's the sort of thing you have to tackle one chip at a time.
so saying, aster rises to his feet, dusting splinters and stray pieces of wood from his thighs; then he stretches, arching his back like a cat though he's standing. when he's finished, he rolls his neck this way and that, surveying the landscape for passing beasts and sin eaters.]
Now, then... best of us to find that cart. A hammer and some nails, too, maybe. Those fences aren't going to mend themselves, huh?
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[his voice is soft. maybe ardbert hasn't quite heard what he was trying to say; maybe that's his own fault, but in any case, a hundred years of misery isn't going to be wiped clean in a day. it's the sort of thing you have to tackle one chip at a time.
so saying, aster rises to his feet, dusting splinters and stray pieces of wood from his thighs; then he stretches, arching his back like a cat though he's standing. when he's finished, he rolls his neck this way and that, surveying the landscape for passing beasts and sin eaters.]
Now, then... best of us to find that cart. A hammer and some nails, too, maybe. Those fences aren't going to mend themselves, huh?