Walls for colder seasons

[Dawali Amara]

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Yes he was, I say so! Sorry for the wait - been out of the country without internet, and then had massive concentration fail :/ This post is also sort of crap - manthing is playing halo 3 and the noise is disturbing me :/ Word Count: 377 come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops His face twisted into a smile as he spotted the enthusiasm on Hemming's face. It was a good thing, to know one's value. The red wolf considered knowledge very valuable, and thus the ability to teach was a powerful characterization. His father had been second-in-rank in his carpentry profession, and although Dawali had rarely paid attention to it, he knew that he had taught many a young soul the arts Hemming was teaching him now. Perhaps it was simple logic behind it, since this in many ways 'AniWayan outsider' could know the secrets of his father's profession. No, these were probably universal rules and knowledge. And Hemming was no outsider here, far from it. This was not the traditional AniWaya, this was the AniWaya they had created for themselves in this new place, and as long as Dawali was its Kalona they would stop differing between 'outsiders' and 'true AniWayans'. The two of them slowly moved the log close enough to the hole to start working properly with it. Hemming stood up now, and Dawali did too, walking over to the young horse to get her ready. It wouldn't be hard: her equipment was the right kind for this. All he had to do was lead her over there and fasten the rope at her, then force her to move forward. She was a well-trained animal, and intelligent: she would know what he meant by his hand gestures and calls. Leading her over to stand by the hole, directly across from where the log lay, he grabbed the right one of the four ends and joined it with a loose piece of rope. Again with the knotting, and soon he had constructed a system of ropes that would pull equally from both sides of the horse when she moved forward. "Right, she's ready. All we have to do now is get the right end somewhat into the hole, let her do the heavy lifting. If we hold it steady with the ropes on the other side, all we have to do is ease it into place, right?" His smile was encouraging, and he slapped his hands together as if brushing away dust. There was no dust; all there was was the symbolic gesture of the working man.

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