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The Italian boy had taken on a little project. It was nothing big, nothing too serious; just a little something to keep himself amused. He was sprawled out on the floor of the living room in the mansion, amber eyes fixed upon his little creation. Before him sat a half-finished wooden model and a number of tools he had scavenged from the old city. The model was an attempt to create a mini-Haven Manor. Ehno had spent the last few days working on creating a few thin planks of wood to use, and he had finally begun his project that afternoon.
The idea came to him one day when he was taking a break from his usual patrol of the borders. He had been seated beneath an old tree, humming a cheerful tune to himself when he had begun to idly stack a few fallen twigs together. Before he knew it, he had a sloppy little square shape sitting in front of him and he began to wonder if he could make a miniature version of the mansion. Failed attempts at the old stacking method told him it would take more effort and a better technique. Soon the chocolate-hued male was hunting down useful tools for carving and building in the city and committing the design of the manor to memory.
So far, he had the outside walls together and the roof was measured up and recently glued together. While he was waiting for the glue from the roof to dry, he had busied himself by carving the two large doors into the front panel of the wood. Ehno gingerly pressed on the drying roof to test it if was ready. It held, and the male eagerly lifted it and placed it on top. After a little adjustment it fit nicely, and he smiled at his accomplishment.
Amber gaze rested now on the model-in-progress, wondering what to do next. He sat up, stretching and stifling a yawn. He leaned against the old couch and crossed his arms thoughtfully. "Di che ha bisogno?" he muttered to himself, staring at the little model and trying to figure out what the missing touch was.
The Italian boy had taken on a little project. It was nothing big, nothing too serious; just a little something to keep himself amused. He was sprawled out on the floor of the living room in the mansion, amber eyes fixed upon his little creation. Before him sat a half-finished wooden model and a number of tools he had scavenged from the old city. The model was an attempt to create a mini-Haven Manor. Ehno had spent the last few days working on creating a few thin planks of wood to use, and he had finally begun his project that afternoon.
The idea came to him one day when he was taking a break from his usual patrol of the borders. He had been seated beneath an old tree, humming a cheerful tune to himself when he had begun to idly stack a few fallen twigs together. Before he knew it, he had a sloppy little square shape sitting in front of him and he began to wonder if he could make a miniature version of the mansion. Failed attempts at the old stacking method told him it would take more effort and a better technique. Soon the chocolate-hued male was hunting down useful tools for carving and building in the city and committing the design of the manor to memory.
So far, he had the outside walls together and the roof was measured up and recently glued together. While he was waiting for the glue from the roof to dry, he had busied himself by carving the two large doors into the front panel of the wood. Ehno gingerly pressed on the drying roof to test it if was ready. It held, and the male eagerly lifted it and placed it on top. After a little adjustment it fit nicely, and he smiled at his accomplishment.
Amber gaze rested now on the model-in-progress, wondering what to do next. He sat up, stretching and stifling a yawn. He leaned against the old couch and crossed his arms thoughtfully. "Di che ha bisogno?" he muttered to himself, staring at the little model and trying to figure out what the missing touch was.