He watches Vena struggle up to the ceiling up with some amusement. Her stubbornness to follow him is admirable, if nothing else. Once she gets within arm's reach, he grips her by the back of the shirt to drag her bodily to a more secure spot.
"Climb near the wood beams, not the thatching. The old lady'll get pissed at me if you fall and break something."
Who was babysitting who, exactly? Guess he was looking after this dumb kid now. He gets up to his feet, testing the strength of the diagonal beams by leaning onto it with his boot. He might be a bit denser than whoever typically came up to do work here, but not by that much.
And so, with the hard part out of the way, he strides up to the top point of the roof to join that chicken. The view and the light breeze was nicer up there.
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"Climb near the wood beams, not the thatching. The old lady'll get pissed at me if you fall and break something."
Who was babysitting who, exactly? Guess he was looking after this dumb kid now. He gets up to his feet, testing the strength of the diagonal beams by leaning onto it with his boot. He might be a bit denser than whoever typically came up to do work here, but not by that much.
And so, with the hard part out of the way, he strides up to the top point of the roof to join that chicken. The view and the light breeze was nicer up there.