[He tenses when he feels her hand on his shoulder, then exhales that frustration out at length, a sigh that sounds harassed but defeated.]
As you say.
[And he does agree – refocusing on the immediate work to be done has always worked best for him when he feels self-doubt.
The buildings here are of the same style as the ones just within the gateway they passed through. They’re dilapidated, though, and oddly grey and twisted, though that may only be the shadow of the Cwyld causing his imagination to run wild.
As almost all those who live in the Slums prefer to live close to the Bright Wall, they’ve also had substantial renovation work: roofs and walls knocked down to create more room out of ill-matching planks. They’re visibly overcrowded, with people and things bursting out of the confines out of the dwellings. There’s commerce here, too – streetpedlars lining and generally making an obstacle of themselves what is evidently the main road.
no subject
As you say.
[And he does agree – refocusing on the immediate work to be done has always worked best for him when he feels self-doubt.
The buildings here are of the same style as the ones just within the gateway they passed through. They’re dilapidated, though, and oddly grey and twisted, though that may only be the shadow of the Cwyld causing his imagination to run wild.
As almost all those who live in the Slums prefer to live close to the Bright Wall, they’ve also had substantial renovation work: roofs and walls knocked down to create more room out of ill-matching planks. They’re visibly overcrowded, with people and things bursting out of the confines out of the dwellings. There’s commerce here, too – streetpedlars lining and generally making an obstacle of themselves what is evidently the main road.
It’s lively and exciting, even if it is bleak.]