fell a thousand trees
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Saul Lupus is by Alaine!

Niernan's eagerness to get going was a spur in the right direction and Saul couldn't help the grin he sent his cousin. Though Bran had initially been the more skilled of the two, Niernan had persevered and helped on many occasions with building projects. He remembered, with a sweet smile, their afternoon building the base to the treehouse that Saul had wanted as a playhouse for Temeraire and Elias, but a lookout for the rest of them. They'd only managed to get the base done before bigger and better plans eclipsed these small notions, but he was glad he'd had Niernan's help. Between the two of them, they erected the first plank, gripping the rounded edge that would go on the outside to make the scalloped edges to the village hall. Once it was up- and a good few inches over their heads though not overly tall, Niernan stepped back and grabbed a hammer. He wasn't certain what the best way to get up there and hammer the plank down so that it was sturdy. Verbalising his thoughts, Saul looked across at Niernan and nodded softly. There's a tree stump over in the pile of planks- you could stand on that to reach the top? Saul offered with a grin.


After that, they managed to harmonise their actions and it didn't take long for the front of the hall to be completed. Of course, it was easier to do when they left a huge gap for the double doors that would reside there soon. Ezra's polite words alerted Saul to the slight commotion, before Sura's reply caused a frown to mar the Virdings lips. Sura was in the care of Nahyt and Hael, but it didn't seem like they were doing anything to teach the girl manners or discipline. Making a note to visit the siblings in the future to discuss their ward, Saul watched as the dark girl charged towards Honrin, who was really struggling with his own plank. In some ways, Saul wished the boy would open up a little more, converse with the builders around him. But it was clear he was either too introverted or there was something wrong. The male didn't want to push it however and kept a quiet eye on him.


The rhythm of their building began to flow easily, the mutual helping each other. Breaks were well earned and Saul was happy enough to let them rest often. It was just beginning to get dark when the last plank was hammered in place and Saul grinned at their accomplishment. Four walls stood strong, a handful of inches above his head. With hesitant steps, he moved forward to press firmly against the wall, testing how well they were standing. After an initial give on most planks, that Saul reassured himself would be fixed when the removed earth was packed back in, he was satisfied with their work. Turning to the remaining builders, he thanked them warmly before making a move towards home and Lilin.

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