After what had been a very pleasant day - with the exception of the cloudy weather - Nian was finally sitting down to get some of the work he had planned finished. After he had encountered Ouija, he had spent the rest of his afternoon gathering thin branches from the woods with which he intended to fill in the gaps of his lean-to wall. After that he had broken off any twigs that stuck out, as they would only get in the way of his work. His original plan had been to simply patch the wall; now he realized that making a woven wall of wattle would be greatly superior. As a result, he only had a few of the larger timbers from his wall leaning across the entrance to his den. The smaller ones went into the pile of branches ready to be woven between the few remaining posts.
As he took a sharp stone to the branches, clearing away the remaining irregularities of bark and twigs, Nian began to hum to himself. He was not particularly good at carrying a tune, but the song was simple enough that it sounded all right, at least to his ears. It reminded him of dances back home, with pretty girls and delicious food and a sky full of stars. The tune itself was a bit odd, sounding somewhere between a lullaby and dancing rhythm, but the repetitive pattern of it was well-suited for working. The tune took some of the stress off his hands as he bobbed his head to the music in his head and continued to hum out loud.
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