Post by rheasinis on May 4, 2009 18:14:28 GMT -5
Of The Crossroad: Rhea had arrived in Elysium thanks to her stowaway abilities on what she thought was a cargo ship, all she knew for certain is that it was a ship of some sort, loaded down with freight and it had traveled the seas and one of the many stops it made was in Elysium and that was where she had chosen to end her journy lest she be caught and thrown overboard. That was yesterday. Tonight she was exploring this new place, guided along the shores by the lighing of torches scattered here and there. Still wearing her hunting garb, a spur of the moment trip on the ship hadn't left much time for packing, she had on breeches, boots and a top all of the same dull brown hue, nothing very distince about her clothing in the least. Her hunting weapons had been hidden so they wouldn't end up removed from her posession, she wasn't sure on this land and the laws of weaponry here so she figured it was much better to be safe than sorry, had she lost a single item for said hunting she would be out more than a profession, she would be out everything and subject to having to beg on the streets just for a meal and she couldn't.. wouldn't.. do that again.
His Dark Insight: The world was going to hell. At least Elysium was... Or that's how Orin felt. With the war ending, leaving the land in ruin. And with Alexandria agreeing to an arranged marriage that would ultimately make Elysium's people feel as if they had to walk on eggshells around their ally, Tresteria. And now there were the bandits roaming freely. He still hadn't spoken to Alexandria, and he knew that he really needed to. Soon. He wasn't sure if word was getting to her of the mess on the lands. Though, somehow, he knew she probably already knew of it. She had her ways, and he hoped to god that she wasn't putting herself into any dangers in roaming the grounds herself as she typically did. The military leaders, save for Naevah, had all died or disappeared in the war...so who was there to run the military now? No one. It was all chaos, and here Orin was, keeping himself budy with rebuilding and reparing what had been damaged in the war. It was late, and the sun had gone down. But that hadn't stopped Orin in his work. His mind was a rapid river these days, and he didn't want to stop. He didn't want to stop out of fear that he would just snap and lose control of himself. Though all of this stressful work, one might imagine wouldn't help. But strangely, it did for him. Sometimes. Despite all his work, when it got quiet, it allowed him to think. And that was when he usually slammed a finger under his hammer. He had mostly been working on the houses in the Citizen grounds. Most of the citizens were staying in the manor since they had lost their houses or they were currently unlivable. Surrounding himself with torches to light up his working space, he worked on a porch, reparing the steps and the railings, and of course, the door leading into the house. He was deep in his work, though he knew he would need to quit soon or people might begin to complain of the banging noises he was making in the evening hours. It was supposed to be retiring time and people were settling down for supper and getting ready for sleep. But he just wanted to finish what he was doing, so he moved quicker than he had during the daylight hours.
Of The Crossroad: The sounds of the hammering caught her attention, more often than she liked she was in tune with her surroundings. Always listening, watching, smelling, touching, and on that rare occassion.. tasting. It was either an occupational habit or one formed out of paranoia, she still hadn't decided which of the two sounded better when people had asked her about her little quirks, it really depend on the day and what mood she was in. But right now attentions were diverted toward the sound and that would be when she saw the light of a sort of circular shaping of torches burning about a house that looked as though it had seen better days. Rhea had assumed either a war had taken place recently or this island had been victim of the elements, hurrican perhaps. Turning in her walk she moved along to the house that was being worked on, catching sight of a man hammering away in the porch. This was worth seeing up close and perhaps she could help in some form or another. Building skills was nonexistent but not many would turn down the offer of a helping hand. Pausing a good few feet from the man, just in case, he was swinging a hammer after all, if she got too close and he slipped and released the tool, the end result could be less than pleasant.
His Dark Insight: Though the sun had gone down, and the sea's breeze made it cooler, Orin still sweated from his hard labor. The coolness hard hardly affected him just yet. And then add the heat from the torches, that only added fuel to the heat that radiated off of him. The door was now fixed, and Orin plopped himself down on the porch and began lining up one of the rails to nail between the top and bottom frame that would box in the railings of the small porch. He thought he had seen something come towards him from the corner of his eye, and he paused in his swing of the hammer, eyes turning slightly to glance where he had seen the movement come from. That was when he saw the woman standing there, a few feet away, watchin him. He raised a brow, wondering how long she had been standing there. And now he pondered on what he'd say. A sarcastic remark, questioning her if she was enjoying the show. Or more sincere, ask her what she wanted? If he was bothering her with the noise he was making. He sighed and then spoke. "Can I help you?" He rested the heavy end of the hammer down on the porch, though kept its handle in his hand. His elbow resting on one of his thighs in the seated position he was in at the moment.
Of The Crossroad: Taking the time to observe him at work a few moments in absolute silence she was. Feeling no need to startle someone working with an object as heavy as a hammer was, likely he would drop it and smash a finger and it would be her fault. She had well been able to wait, patience was something one learned when hunting and she'd been doing that for more years then could be recalled. Waiting gave her time to think and wonder things such as why was he out here doing this, other than the obvious reason of the destruction to the homes about the island. She had glanced about at one point, taking note that no one else was working other then this one male. On glancing back in his direction she saw he was now looking back at her, perhaps curious as to what in hades she was doing. At his questions she didn't even need think of a way to respond, her answer came within moments of his asking. "I had thought perhaps I could help you, what you're doing seems to be something more of at least a two person job." If she were to attempt to make this place a new home, she saw no reason why she shouldn't start out helping where she could from the beginning.
His Dark Insight: He had to admit that since Aric had arrived to Elysium and the rebuilding had begun, that things were starting to shape up and look better around here. It had been worse than it was now. A lot worse. Now the only thing was that they needed to remain on good terms with Tresteria or they'd fall victim to another war... Hence why now after Alexandria's agreement, he felt they still were not completely free. That had been what the war was about. Freedom from being overpowered by another kingdom. And now, here they were again. He listened to the woman as she indirectly asked if she could help. Brows furrowed with a bit of confusion before he shrugged his shoulders. "Uh... Yeah, I suppose..." It wasn't every day a female came to offer assistance in rebuilding. Except for maybe Naevah and Terra. Both of whom were in the military and both of whom he hadn't really seen much of lately. He had caught wind that Terra hurt her arm and was training and nursing it back to health. Naevah, he imagined was busy with keeping the prisoners guarded in prison. Whatever. It was what it was. He looked back at his work and then nodded towards the rail. "Can you hold this in place here so I can nail it in place?"
Of The Crossroad: Rhea was quite unaware of the other people of the island as yet far. This man was the first one she had met, well, half met since she still didn't know who he was but it was fair enough since he didn't know who she was either. He did though, seem to go through a multitude of moods from the expressions registering on his face. Such made her question just how she had ended up coming over here anyway. Oh yes, it was the incessant hammering and torch light. Well, as she saw it, had he wanted her to be on her way then he would have said so. Taking a whole of half a second to chew on her lower lip while he decided if he wished her help or not before finally moving again when he nodded to the rail and asked her to hold it. She nodded in return and stepped up to the rail, taking hold, out of hammering distance mind you, but close enough that she could hold it steady and not drop it when he hit it. "Why are you out here alone and doing this after the sun has set?" Seemed a bit late to be out here doing the kind of work that was better left for when one had the sun to provide light to see by.
His Dark Insight: Once the rail was held in place by her, he lined a nail up and began hammering it carefully. Her question had been ignored at first until he finished driving two nails into the wood. "Because. It needs to get done. And I didn't want to stop in the middle of something." He moved down to nail the bottom of the rail into place, and again, carefully banged two nails into the wood. He didn't say anything else until the rail was in place. He grabbed another one and positioned it in place next to the one they had just put up. He motioned to her to hold it in place before he reached for a couple more nails. "What are you doing out alone at night walking around? Don't you know it's dangerous? There are bandits roaming around..." He lined up one nail at the top and drove it into place with the hammer. "And I'm sure seeing your pretty face they'd want more than just your money purse..." Had he actually just said that out loud? Admitted that she was pretty? Well, she had to know it herself that she was. He couldn't imagine anyone telling her that she wasn't pleasant looking. He didn't give her any time to respond to what he had just said because he quickly hammered another nail into place and then went right to the bottom one.
Of The Crossroad: She was good at helping with tasks, there was no incessant babbling on while he worked, she simply held the board while he nailed it into place. Even at his own question and then the comment following it she didn't release [sorry, one of my kids started sleep walking so I had to run get her] the board and held the next one into place. There would be time enough to ask about these bandits he spoke of once the work was finished. Rhea was no stranger to men commenting on how she looked, she was far from vain or concieted too though and made little issue out of anyone who decided to make comment, she'd even been given insults now and then but always from people after she had turned down offers to do things less than appealing to her. She watched him hammer in the nails, having moved in closer, it was easier to hold the boards still that way and she had to force herself to trust he was not going to lose grip of the hammer and end up killing her with a fatal blow to the skull or something in that general area.
His Dark Insight: Though he wouldn't admit to it out loud, her holding the rails in place for him made it go a lot easier and quicker. He finished with the second one and grabbed another to put into place, motioning her to grab hold of it again once it was in place. Orin was hardly ever told he was good looking, mainly because he never gave anyone the chance to. He kept his distance from others and never got to close with anyone. He didn't see much point in it. And those few times he had, it didn't last. So again, what was the point? It was a waste of time, really. And what he had seen his sister go through, only proved his point even further. It only made him wonder further if she had just agreed to the marriage because she was surrendering to the idea of being with someone you fell in love with. Damn, he really needed to have a word with her and he needed to stop procrastinating and keeping busy to avoid it. Orin needed to take a break for a day and just go see her. To straighten things out between them.
Of The Crossroad: She knew just holding boards in place made the job that much faster and easier but she had been around enough of those stubborn men to get an idea. Plus at one point before her brother lost his grip on sanity and wasn't trying to kill her, he had told her a few things about men and how their minds worked, yet at the same time she now wasn't sure how much she trusted his opinion, he may very well have been insane when he told her such things. Now, looking at this man, whom she still had to gain a name for, she had a slight curosity about what was bothering him. By now she would of had to be blind, deaf, and dumb to not realize his mind was constantly working.. even if she had no clue about what. Rhea had half a mind to ask him but that would have been prying, but still.. she wanted to pry.. she had that problem of thinking if people simply talked out what was bothering them, even if not to the source directly, it could help a good deal. It'd worked for her in the past so why not others? Turning off her own mind for now she took this time to look him over, being close enough to do so, and he was not at all unattractive to her so she figured there were a good amount of other women who thought so too, she'd be surprised if he didn't have a wife at home waiting for him.
His Dark Insight: He had come close to marrying someone. Just before the war the proposal had been made. She had asked him. And for whatever, strange reason, he had agreed to it. He still was trying to figure that one out. He honestly couldn't remember how he felt about her or why he had agreed. Maybe he felt too bad to say no. Maybe he had grown tired of the lonliness that had engulfed him. But fate had taken her from him and that was how it was meant to be. He didn't believe he was intended to ever marry anyone. He continued to work quietly. It was pretty obvious with the way he held himself and the expressions he wore on his face, that his mind was constantly turning. He looked tired, and hardly slept, but he didn't want to stop. He didn't want the peaceful quietness to allow himself to concentrate on his own thoughts. He was almost afraid of that. In total, there would be eight railings to put up. Four on each side of the stairs. And by now, six of them were up. And in all that time, he hadn't said a single word, save for any instructions he had given her in her assistance.
Of The Crossroad: She looked over toward the railings, she had to look away, if she didn't she would pry and there was no question about that. The different expressions that crossed his face while he was so engrossed in his work showed that his mind was working. The bad thing, in her own mind, was that it looked to her that his mind was working overtime. He did appear tired, like a living dead person who worked and worked until he would faint and fall into slumber from sheer exhaustion. Tongue would be held until the last two boards were nailed up, then she would suggest stopping. And if he refused perhaps she would take the hammer and hit him over the head, forcing him to stop. Satisfied with that plan she turned her gaze back to the board she held, deciding it would be best to watch herself just in case. And right then, just as she shifed her hands to hold the board more carefully, she managed to catch a sliver in her hand, that little piece of wood went right though the flesh and sank into her palm. She had been 'injured' far worse than this, if a sliver could even be considered an injury, it was the surprise of doing it that had her jump and drop the board, hopefully not right into him or his foot. "Ouch!" That was the extent of her crying over the serious injury too. [/color]
His Dark Insight: Orin was actually considering stopping after the rails were up. He was hungry and people would start complaining soon, about the noise he was making with the hammering. They had one left and Orin was about to drop down the hammer when the board was dropped. He moved quickly, catching the board against his arm and he caught it before it would crash loudly on the surface of the porch. His eyes shot over towards Rhea, brows furrowing with a faint hint of concern. "What happened?" He watched her, trying to see for himself if something had happened without him hearing or seeing it, and when he saw her look down at her hand, he realized it was probably a splinter from the wood. "Are you alright?" Splinters didn't really hurt. But when you didn't expect them and the surprise of the sudden pinch came, it hurt more because you weren't expecting that sudden shot of a pinch drive through your skin. He dropped his hammer and nail and reached between one of the rails to where she was and took her hand into his, shifting the palm of her hand towards the light so he could better see it. Carefully, he pinched at her skin where the splinter was, which made it easier for him to pull out. With his other hand, his fingers pinched together and he grasped hold of the small wooden sliver and pulled it out of her hand. He inspected it once more before he decided that he got what he could see, and it would have to be looked at better when there was more light.
Of The Crossroad: For someone who looked as tired as he did, and so deeply in thought he had extremely fast reflexes to catch the board before it struck anything. Almost instantly she felt foolish, to be set off and drop the board so easily for a little sliver. "It is nothing." The words spoken as he took her hand and in the dying light of the torches he somehow managed to remove the little bit of wood that had made a very temporary home in her hand. "Well, now it is nothing." She smiled at him faintly then shook her head. "It was an accident, sorry about that." She hadn't pulled her hand away just yet. And she fibbed a bit with her apology, though she had unintentionally pulled him from whatever thoughts were running though his mind, she didn't think having done that was such a bad thing all in all. "You look tired, perhaps now would be a good time to stop. Get something to eat, drink too." She didn't know about him but Rhea herself was close enough to be willing to drink seawater right about now, indeed parched.
His Dark Insight: The world was going to hell. At least Elysium was... Or that's how Orin felt. With the war ending, leaving the land in ruin. And with Alexandria agreeing to an arranged marriage that would ultimately make Elysium's people feel as if they had to walk on eggshells around their ally, Tresteria. And now there were the bandits roaming freely. He still hadn't spoken to Alexandria, and he knew that he really needed to. Soon. He wasn't sure if word was getting to her of the mess on the lands. Though, somehow, he knew she probably already knew of it. She had her ways, and he hoped to god that she wasn't putting herself into any dangers in roaming the grounds herself as she typically did. The military leaders, save for Naevah, had all died or disappeared in the war...so who was there to run the military now? No one. It was all chaos, and here Orin was, keeping himself budy with rebuilding and reparing what had been damaged in the war. It was late, and the sun had gone down. But that hadn't stopped Orin in his work. His mind was a rapid river these days, and he didn't want to stop. He didn't want to stop out of fear that he would just snap and lose control of himself. Though all of this stressful work, one might imagine wouldn't help. But strangely, it did for him. Sometimes. Despite all his work, when it got quiet, it allowed him to think. And that was when he usually slammed a finger under his hammer. He had mostly been working on the houses in the Citizen grounds. Most of the citizens were staying in the manor since they had lost their houses or they were currently unlivable. Surrounding himself with torches to light up his working space, he worked on a porch, reparing the steps and the railings, and of course, the door leading into the house. He was deep in his work, though he knew he would need to quit soon or people might begin to complain of the banging noises he was making in the evening hours. It was supposed to be retiring time and people were settling down for supper and getting ready for sleep. But he just wanted to finish what he was doing, so he moved quicker than he had during the daylight hours.
Of The Crossroad: The sounds of the hammering caught her attention, more often than she liked she was in tune with her surroundings. Always listening, watching, smelling, touching, and on that rare occassion.. tasting. It was either an occupational habit or one formed out of paranoia, she still hadn't decided which of the two sounded better when people had asked her about her little quirks, it really depend on the day and what mood she was in. But right now attentions were diverted toward the sound and that would be when she saw the light of a sort of circular shaping of torches burning about a house that looked as though it had seen better days. Rhea had assumed either a war had taken place recently or this island had been victim of the elements, hurrican perhaps. Turning in her walk she moved along to the house that was being worked on, catching sight of a man hammering away in the porch. This was worth seeing up close and perhaps she could help in some form or another. Building skills was nonexistent but not many would turn down the offer of a helping hand. Pausing a good few feet from the man, just in case, he was swinging a hammer after all, if she got too close and he slipped and released the tool, the end result could be less than pleasant.
His Dark Insight: Though the sun had gone down, and the sea's breeze made it cooler, Orin still sweated from his hard labor. The coolness hard hardly affected him just yet. And then add the heat from the torches, that only added fuel to the heat that radiated off of him. The door was now fixed, and Orin plopped himself down on the porch and began lining up one of the rails to nail between the top and bottom frame that would box in the railings of the small porch. He thought he had seen something come towards him from the corner of his eye, and he paused in his swing of the hammer, eyes turning slightly to glance where he had seen the movement come from. That was when he saw the woman standing there, a few feet away, watchin him. He raised a brow, wondering how long she had been standing there. And now he pondered on what he'd say. A sarcastic remark, questioning her if she was enjoying the show. Or more sincere, ask her what she wanted? If he was bothering her with the noise he was making. He sighed and then spoke. "Can I help you?" He rested the heavy end of the hammer down on the porch, though kept its handle in his hand. His elbow resting on one of his thighs in the seated position he was in at the moment.
Of The Crossroad: Taking the time to observe him at work a few moments in absolute silence she was. Feeling no need to startle someone working with an object as heavy as a hammer was, likely he would drop it and smash a finger and it would be her fault. She had well been able to wait, patience was something one learned when hunting and she'd been doing that for more years then could be recalled. Waiting gave her time to think and wonder things such as why was he out here doing this, other than the obvious reason of the destruction to the homes about the island. She had glanced about at one point, taking note that no one else was working other then this one male. On glancing back in his direction she saw he was now looking back at her, perhaps curious as to what in hades she was doing. At his questions she didn't even need think of a way to respond, her answer came within moments of his asking. "I had thought perhaps I could help you, what you're doing seems to be something more of at least a two person job." If she were to attempt to make this place a new home, she saw no reason why she shouldn't start out helping where she could from the beginning.
His Dark Insight: He had to admit that since Aric had arrived to Elysium and the rebuilding had begun, that things were starting to shape up and look better around here. It had been worse than it was now. A lot worse. Now the only thing was that they needed to remain on good terms with Tresteria or they'd fall victim to another war... Hence why now after Alexandria's agreement, he felt they still were not completely free. That had been what the war was about. Freedom from being overpowered by another kingdom. And now, here they were again. He listened to the woman as she indirectly asked if she could help. Brows furrowed with a bit of confusion before he shrugged his shoulders. "Uh... Yeah, I suppose..." It wasn't every day a female came to offer assistance in rebuilding. Except for maybe Naevah and Terra. Both of whom were in the military and both of whom he hadn't really seen much of lately. He had caught wind that Terra hurt her arm and was training and nursing it back to health. Naevah, he imagined was busy with keeping the prisoners guarded in prison. Whatever. It was what it was. He looked back at his work and then nodded towards the rail. "Can you hold this in place here so I can nail it in place?"
Of The Crossroad: Rhea was quite unaware of the other people of the island as yet far. This man was the first one she had met, well, half met since she still didn't know who he was but it was fair enough since he didn't know who she was either. He did though, seem to go through a multitude of moods from the expressions registering on his face. Such made her question just how she had ended up coming over here anyway. Oh yes, it was the incessant hammering and torch light. Well, as she saw it, had he wanted her to be on her way then he would have said so. Taking a whole of half a second to chew on her lower lip while he decided if he wished her help or not before finally moving again when he nodded to the rail and asked her to hold it. She nodded in return and stepped up to the rail, taking hold, out of hammering distance mind you, but close enough that she could hold it steady and not drop it when he hit it. "Why are you out here alone and doing this after the sun has set?" Seemed a bit late to be out here doing the kind of work that was better left for when one had the sun to provide light to see by.
His Dark Insight: Once the rail was held in place by her, he lined a nail up and began hammering it carefully. Her question had been ignored at first until he finished driving two nails into the wood. "Because. It needs to get done. And I didn't want to stop in the middle of something." He moved down to nail the bottom of the rail into place, and again, carefully banged two nails into the wood. He didn't say anything else until the rail was in place. He grabbed another one and positioned it in place next to the one they had just put up. He motioned to her to hold it in place before he reached for a couple more nails. "What are you doing out alone at night walking around? Don't you know it's dangerous? There are bandits roaming around..." He lined up one nail at the top and drove it into place with the hammer. "And I'm sure seeing your pretty face they'd want more than just your money purse..." Had he actually just said that out loud? Admitted that she was pretty? Well, she had to know it herself that she was. He couldn't imagine anyone telling her that she wasn't pleasant looking. He didn't give her any time to respond to what he had just said because he quickly hammered another nail into place and then went right to the bottom one.
Of The Crossroad: She was good at helping with tasks, there was no incessant babbling on while he worked, she simply held the board while he nailed it into place. Even at his own question and then the comment following it she didn't release [sorry, one of my kids started sleep walking so I had to run get her] the board and held the next one into place. There would be time enough to ask about these bandits he spoke of once the work was finished. Rhea was no stranger to men commenting on how she looked, she was far from vain or concieted too though and made little issue out of anyone who decided to make comment, she'd even been given insults now and then but always from people after she had turned down offers to do things less than appealing to her. She watched him hammer in the nails, having moved in closer, it was easier to hold the boards still that way and she had to force herself to trust he was not going to lose grip of the hammer and end up killing her with a fatal blow to the skull or something in that general area.
His Dark Insight: Though he wouldn't admit to it out loud, her holding the rails in place for him made it go a lot easier and quicker. He finished with the second one and grabbed another to put into place, motioning her to grab hold of it again once it was in place. Orin was hardly ever told he was good looking, mainly because he never gave anyone the chance to. He kept his distance from others and never got to close with anyone. He didn't see much point in it. And those few times he had, it didn't last. So again, what was the point? It was a waste of time, really. And what he had seen his sister go through, only proved his point even further. It only made him wonder further if she had just agreed to the marriage because she was surrendering to the idea of being with someone you fell in love with. Damn, he really needed to have a word with her and he needed to stop procrastinating and keeping busy to avoid it. Orin needed to take a break for a day and just go see her. To straighten things out between them.
Of The Crossroad: She knew just holding boards in place made the job that much faster and easier but she had been around enough of those stubborn men to get an idea. Plus at one point before her brother lost his grip on sanity and wasn't trying to kill her, he had told her a few things about men and how their minds worked, yet at the same time she now wasn't sure how much she trusted his opinion, he may very well have been insane when he told her such things. Now, looking at this man, whom she still had to gain a name for, she had a slight curosity about what was bothering him. By now she would of had to be blind, deaf, and dumb to not realize his mind was constantly working.. even if she had no clue about what. Rhea had half a mind to ask him but that would have been prying, but still.. she wanted to pry.. she had that problem of thinking if people simply talked out what was bothering them, even if not to the source directly, it could help a good deal. It'd worked for her in the past so why not others? Turning off her own mind for now she took this time to look him over, being close enough to do so, and he was not at all unattractive to her so she figured there were a good amount of other women who thought so too, she'd be surprised if he didn't have a wife at home waiting for him.
His Dark Insight: He had come close to marrying someone. Just before the war the proposal had been made. She had asked him. And for whatever, strange reason, he had agreed to it. He still was trying to figure that one out. He honestly couldn't remember how he felt about her or why he had agreed. Maybe he felt too bad to say no. Maybe he had grown tired of the lonliness that had engulfed him. But fate had taken her from him and that was how it was meant to be. He didn't believe he was intended to ever marry anyone. He continued to work quietly. It was pretty obvious with the way he held himself and the expressions he wore on his face, that his mind was constantly turning. He looked tired, and hardly slept, but he didn't want to stop. He didn't want the peaceful quietness to allow himself to concentrate on his own thoughts. He was almost afraid of that. In total, there would be eight railings to put up. Four on each side of the stairs. And by now, six of them were up. And in all that time, he hadn't said a single word, save for any instructions he had given her in her assistance.
Of The Crossroad: She looked over toward the railings, she had to look away, if she didn't she would pry and there was no question about that. The different expressions that crossed his face while he was so engrossed in his work showed that his mind was working. The bad thing, in her own mind, was that it looked to her that his mind was working overtime. He did appear tired, like a living dead person who worked and worked until he would faint and fall into slumber from sheer exhaustion. Tongue would be held until the last two boards were nailed up, then she would suggest stopping. And if he refused perhaps she would take the hammer and hit him over the head, forcing him to stop. Satisfied with that plan she turned her gaze back to the board she held, deciding it would be best to watch herself just in case. And right then, just as she shifed her hands to hold the board more carefully, she managed to catch a sliver in her hand, that little piece of wood went right though the flesh and sank into her palm. She had been 'injured' far worse than this, if a sliver could even be considered an injury, it was the surprise of doing it that had her jump and drop the board, hopefully not right into him or his foot. "Ouch!" That was the extent of her crying over the serious injury too. [/color]
His Dark Insight: Orin was actually considering stopping after the rails were up. He was hungry and people would start complaining soon, about the noise he was making with the hammering. They had one left and Orin was about to drop down the hammer when the board was dropped. He moved quickly, catching the board against his arm and he caught it before it would crash loudly on the surface of the porch. His eyes shot over towards Rhea, brows furrowing with a faint hint of concern. "What happened?" He watched her, trying to see for himself if something had happened without him hearing or seeing it, and when he saw her look down at her hand, he realized it was probably a splinter from the wood. "Are you alright?" Splinters didn't really hurt. But when you didn't expect them and the surprise of the sudden pinch came, it hurt more because you weren't expecting that sudden shot of a pinch drive through your skin. He dropped his hammer and nail and reached between one of the rails to where she was and took her hand into his, shifting the palm of her hand towards the light so he could better see it. Carefully, he pinched at her skin where the splinter was, which made it easier for him to pull out. With his other hand, his fingers pinched together and he grasped hold of the small wooden sliver and pulled it out of her hand. He inspected it once more before he decided that he got what he could see, and it would have to be looked at better when there was more light.
Of The Crossroad: For someone who looked as tired as he did, and so deeply in thought he had extremely fast reflexes to catch the board before it struck anything. Almost instantly she felt foolish, to be set off and drop the board so easily for a little sliver. "It is nothing." The words spoken as he took her hand and in the dying light of the torches he somehow managed to remove the little bit of wood that had made a very temporary home in her hand. "Well, now it is nothing." She smiled at him faintly then shook her head. "It was an accident, sorry about that." She hadn't pulled her hand away just yet. And she fibbed a bit with her apology, though she had unintentionally pulled him from whatever thoughts were running though his mind, she didn't think having done that was such a bad thing all in all. "You look tired, perhaps now would be a good time to stop. Get something to eat, drink too." She didn't know about him but Rhea herself was close enough to be willing to drink seawater right about now, indeed parched.
