Isielin's stare bore into the Mi'qote with a direct, cautious air. The gaze did not waver, as she tracked the Mi'qote's every small movement.
"Needs more than work," she said at last. "It needs nourishing. A building is only as good as the people who are in it; those who's hearts are cold live in cold homes. Yet those who fill their homes with love..."
She paused, took off a glove, and ran it along the length of a stone column that supported the roof.
"Everything in here was once alive. It yearns to breathe once more. Even here, in this desolate land..."
Isielin brushed off her hand and held it out;
"Anyway, I am Isielin. If work is what you sekk, there is plenty of it. I myself am trying to fix the stables but haven't nearly enough wood. You should speak to Aldeus first, however. This is his outfit after all."
Suddenly, a yell and a crash can be heard from further in the building. Isielin's eyes widened.
"That seems to be pretty typical around here. Still, I suppose we should go check it out."
"Needs more than work," she said at last. "It needs nourishing. A building is only as good as the people who are in it; those who's hearts are cold live in cold homes. Yet those who fill their homes with love..."
She paused, took off a glove, and ran it along the length of a stone column that supported the roof.
"Everything in here was once alive. It yearns to breathe once more. Even here, in this desolate land..."
Isielin brushed off her hand and held it out;
"Anyway, I am Isielin. If work is what you sekk, there is plenty of it. I myself am trying to fix the stables but haven't nearly enough wood. You should speak to Aldeus first, however. This is his outfit after all."
Suddenly, a yell and a crash can be heard from further in the building. Isielin's eyes widened.
"That seems to be pretty typical around here. Still, I suppose we should go check it out."
