Building, Breaking || Xanthe Dec 26, 2017 16:38:08 GMT -7
Post by Ellis Danton on Dec 26, 2017 16:38:08 GMT -7
|Making a decision had been easy. Not easy in the way that brushing your teeth was easy, or how walking was easy, but easy in the way that getting out of bed was easy, even when you knew what was waiting for you. What was much more difficult was following through on the decision... Especially when there was someone like Pelagia he would need to get permission from in order to do such a thing. Which was why Ellis was procrastinating.|
He had left the temple with a group of Nisequois peacekeepers (though they were more a band of builders) in order to find harvestable wood they could use to finish the reconstruction of the temple. Pelagia had approved because it gave him an opportunity to more deeply integrate himself (and therefore Atton) into the peacekeepers. Xanthe... Well, he had not asked Xanthe. He had in fact been avoiding her lately. She was busy, so he hoped she didn't notice, but it made him feel extremely guilty. Thankfully, busy work was busy work, and it was easy to distract yourself with it.
The group had camped in the forest overnight, and Ellis had learned a few things about Nisequois culture. More interestingly, and importantly, how they treated nature. There was forest right near the temple, but the trees there were old and rich with life, to cut them down would be an affront to the ecosystem. They had to find 'freak trees' in areas that were dangerous, near the end of their cycle, or that were already dead, but still strong enough to work for building. Ellis had never thought of such things. Whenever he had built things in the past, he had merely found a tree and started his work. Another thing, he supposed, to feel guilty about. It was a more distant guilt, however, and one easily forgotten as he laughed with the men and women of Niseca.
When they returned to the temple the next evening, backs aching from the weight of the wood they'd recovered, he had forgotten all about his guilt. When they began working on their project (which Ellis had been invited to aid with, as he had experience in construction), he had forgotten all about his plans. He worked with gloved hands, sawing, and shaping, and hammering, and lifting, and he had even forgotten all about Xanthe.
At least until he saw her out of the corner of his eye, and dropped the beam he was carrying in surprise.