05-14-2011, 09:55 PM
WC 420+
She had been surprised at Pripyat’s compliance; she felt this would make things far easier. They had set to work; she nodded in agreement of the boy’s pile creations. To be organized had been another important lesson her uncle had taught her. She began to sift through the broken wood, ensuring to note similarities of each in terms of where they may have been. Mentally she had been piecing the barn together. When Pripyat informed her of the damaged foundation her heart sank. It had been the one point to which she had no idea how to form. It would mean digging a hole or holes in a very large area was all she had been sure of. But she didn’t know about this material that seemed like massive stones or one large one.
She went over to the area to which Pripyat had pointed out. Sure enough the crack wasn’t just a small chip or surface crack… it was deep. A sign of age she was sure. They would need to build this barn from scratch. This is not good. This means more work. She sighs heavily. But the gray wolf provided her with a bit of good news in the end. A whole wall intact, something they can follow and less that would need to be done. It appeared to be the shorter length side without a doorway. She had hoped it was the longer side but they seemed to be unlucky. She noticed Pripyat seemed quite annoyed by this wall. She tilted her head in wonder of the odd reaction. Think of it this way. It is a whole wall we won’t have to build. She smiled warmly at the quiet boy.
She cleared the debris off the wall careful not to damage any boards, she noticed some would need replacing but for the most part it was in great shape. She set herself one side where the corners met; she hadn’t been too worried about coming off as weak. It was a part of hunter’s routine to ensure their muscles were well used. This routine had given a thicker look to her body but still it remained feminine and slender. In her optime form this extra thickness in her thighs and chest gave her an envious hour glass figure. She hadn’t seen it that way though. She thought she might look boyish with her excess muscle. As she had lifted the side with a seeming ease she kept her face calm. But her thoughts were mostly around how heavy this wall was.
She had been surprised at Pripyat’s compliance; she felt this would make things far easier. They had set to work; she nodded in agreement of the boy’s pile creations. To be organized had been another important lesson her uncle had taught her. She began to sift through the broken wood, ensuring to note similarities of each in terms of where they may have been. Mentally she had been piecing the barn together. When Pripyat informed her of the damaged foundation her heart sank. It had been the one point to which she had no idea how to form. It would mean digging a hole or holes in a very large area was all she had been sure of. But she didn’t know about this material that seemed like massive stones or one large one.
She went over to the area to which Pripyat had pointed out. Sure enough the crack wasn’t just a small chip or surface crack… it was deep. A sign of age she was sure. They would need to build this barn from scratch. This is not good. This means more work. She sighs heavily. But the gray wolf provided her with a bit of good news in the end. A whole wall intact, something they can follow and less that would need to be done. It appeared to be the shorter length side without a doorway. She had hoped it was the longer side but they seemed to be unlucky. She noticed Pripyat seemed quite annoyed by this wall. She tilted her head in wonder of the odd reaction. Think of it this way. It is a whole wall we won’t have to build. She smiled warmly at the quiet boy.
She cleared the debris off the wall careful not to damage any boards, she noticed some would need replacing but for the most part it was in great shape. She set herself one side where the corners met; she hadn’t been too worried about coming off as weak. It was a part of hunter’s routine to ensure their muscles were well used. This routine had given a thicker look to her body but still it remained feminine and slender. In her optime form this extra thickness in her thighs and chest gave her an envious hour glass figure. She hadn’t seen it that way though. She thought she might look boyish with her excess muscle. As she had lifted the side with a seeming ease she kept her face calm. But her thoughts were mostly around how heavy this wall was.