The Temple grounds were a swirl of color and noise. Chime strolled among the refugee’s turned labors cheerfully. She could hear the women chattering to each other, small children racing about their feet as they started the day’s chores. Their rough voices weren’t exactly melodic, but there was a beauty in them all the same. A thread of hope that made her want to stop and smile at them, though she didn’t think they wouldn’t appreciate the interruption.
Chime passed stacks of supplies where a ruddy cheeked man called out instructions to a group organizing planks of wood. She saw a woman in a pale dress siring something in a large pot. Men in heavy boots and the rough fur garb of the north were lined up, moving heavy crates. They were all bustling around the small courtyard. Metal clanged in the distance as the blacksmiths hammer rang. It was finally happening.
She couldn’t help smiling as she exclaimed over bolts of colored cloth and smoothed her fingers over samples of stone. There was so much work to be done, it was only the beginning. But it was a beginning. The Temple of Sune would stand once more with in Aquor. Spring was coming.
Chime passed stacks of supplies where a ruddy cheeked man called out instructions to a group organizing planks of wood. She saw a woman in a pale dress siring something in a large pot. Men in heavy boots and the rough fur garb of the north were lined up, moving heavy crates. They were all bustling around the small courtyard. Metal clanged in the distance as the blacksmiths hammer rang. It was finally happening.
She couldn’t help smiling as she exclaimed over bolts of colored cloth and smoothed her fingers over samples of stone. There was so much work to be done, it was only the beginning. But it was a beginning. The Temple of Sune would stand once more with in Aquor. Spring was coming.
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