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Saxif Goldenfeather strolled over and inspected the foundation, giving Pripyat Soul information he already knew. Yes, of course it meant more work. Not for them specifically, but for everyone, it was a shame but nothing they could do about it but fix it. He shrugged off her words and went back to sorting the wood until they came across the intact wall. When her cheery words found him again, the boy’s ears flicked back in irritation. Perhaps he should have looked on the sunny side of things. Yes. This meant that they would have to nail together so many pieces of wood, but it also meant they had to move the heavy thing. Together.
When the girl lifted her end the Soul youth was surprised at her strength, the muscle that she must have was not overly evident on her slender body. As he lifted and expected most of the weight to fall on his side, she held her own and for this he was grateful. Surely there should have been another hand or two helping with this, the solid wood was heavy and thick and even with the girl’s help Pripyat felt his own muscles strain under the weight of it though he showed no sign of this. Saxif’s own cream colored face looked serene and unfazed by the task and he wasn’t able to have her telling him they could take a break if it was too heavy. No, they would do this just fine.
“Let’s carry it over there.” They had already cleared the ruins of the barn but it was best to get the materials out of the building area until they were ready to raise the wall back up. It might need some reinforcement but it seemed like it could go up just as it went down, easily enough. When they moved into the field, setting the wall back down was delicate business. Easily he lowered and tipped, in accordance with how much she lowered and tipped her end, until the whole thing was laying horizontal once more, on the grass. “Well then, that helps clear things out a bit, doesn’t it?” His words came cheerful and were even accompanied by a slight grin as he surveyed the building site, now a just a little less chaotic. What prompted the good mood and kind words he was unsure, but the boy checked himself and regained his dour expression, hoping that this small breech of chitchat wouldn’t spur Saxif to engage into too much conversation. There was of course, a lot more work to be done.
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