Clean up
01-31-2014, 12:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-31-2014, 01:01 PM by Themisto.)
The charcoal queen would explain how she had acquired her injuries, and the taupe hued man would listen. He felt guilty for not being there to help during the storm, but he had been trapped inside his den for a few hours until he could dig through the mud that had slid over the entrance. Though once he had emerged he had wasted no time to reunite with the other members, and a few days later, here he was. "I am sorry I was not there to assist, miss Loccian.." He would apologize quietly, audits flicking back as his gaze rolled along the walls of the barn. She suggested they pull some stacks of hay to the barn so that he could climb them, and he would nod in agreement. He would turn his head toward the bales and examine them momentarily. "Marvelous idea. Will you aid me, my queen?" He would inquire, though he knew her injuries would interfere. He would not expect her to move a bale, but simply assist him in stacking them the right way so that he could reach the top. He would reach the pile within a few strides, assuming Loccian would have followed. He would study the situation for a moment before turning his head to his queen and awaiting her orders. Speech, |
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