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will look like this'For god sake, I do not need your help!' Io hissed, trying her best to focus her energy's on building a decent size poultry coop for the fowl Aniwaya had yet to trade for. Except the two she'd gotten from Cercatori, or what ever the place was called. And they'd proven to be nothing short of joyful as they scampered around. Io had envisioned them as dirty, noisy and downright annoying creatures, but aside from the occasion noise they were silent and still as they pecked at the grass to find the seeds Jan had thrown down for them. 'Well if you're sure I'll finished unloading all this crap...' the silver and black man noted before turning away from his cousin and untying the planks from the cart. 'Why didn't you bring Rafal down with you?' Io asked, picking up and hammer and nailing two pieces together. Jan didn't turn around to answer but spoke none the less, 'Couldn't. He'd gone back home'. 'Permanently?' 'No, he's gone to pick up a few bits and catch up on the news. He was their a few months ago actually'. 'Any news for me?' 'Yeah, you've got new siblings'. Of course the news came as a shock to Io, but she assumed it was to be expected as her mother was still in her prime. 'By my father this time?' Jan nodded, 'Three boys. Ladislaw, Dobromir and Miroslaw'. Io nodded and thought nothing more about her new brothers.
It was a few hours later, sometime near midday (as Io had started early in the morning and finally accepted Jan's help) she'd gotten halfway through building the main coop, including raising it to protect the fowl from the elements. Io stood tall and stretch as she finished for a break, 'You want some food?' she asked, handing some dried meat over to Jan.