I’d dress them Wicked, I’d give them names

Scald had found her the night before and broken the news, so she wasn't surprised to see Ely making her way across the Moor when she was on her way to work on the wall. It was almost fully repaired now, and then they could start looking at closing it in on the other side. She barked a welcome greeting that would travel further than words would and tipped her head in the direction of the looming structure. They could meet up on the way and talk while they walked. She certainly wouldn't expect Ely to haul stones in her state (because she was the pot and Ely was a kettle apparently).

Moo made his way back to the Ravine to round up one of the other companions to bring them a picnic and refreshments. It was a lovely day to be outside.

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