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Jora was focused on getting the house settled as they made their way to shore, so she didn’t hear the part about the ring. She was too busy thinking about the crib, Lyra, and the house that still felt a bit too raw and unfinished. The weight of it all pressed on her a little, but there was a strange sense of calm in knowing they could tackle it one thing at a time. When Sage mentioned dusting, Jora couldn’t help but glance at the air, seeing the particles floating lazily around. She scrunched her nose. “Yeah, I’ll take care of the dusting. You’re already thinking about the crib. Leave this part to me, alright? You’ve got enough to juggle.” She offered a smile that was a mix of determination and care, hoping to ease any lingering tension he might have been holding. “It’s gonna be alright. We’ll get everything in order.” With that, she set her focus on the house, the tasks ahead, and the promise of making it all work, piece by piece. |
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Sage nodded as she spoke, mind already on the task at hand. Figuring out how he would have to use the wood that they already had, or how much he'd need to cut down. How big he wanted it, so Lyra could grow and still use it for as long as she needed to. It would have to be strong, and safe. No splinters are anything like that. He wandered off into the sheds, poking around as he looked for things he could use. Any old metal to make it stronger, lighter woods so if anything fell or soemthing happened she'd likely be ok, that sort of thing. He found what he needed soon enough, and after rummaging through all the sheds on the property and bringing the stuff back to the one they'd restored for their own purposes right away, he got to work. It didn't take all that long....once he was focused and had figured out what he wanted to do, that was that. Since he still had some time left though, he decided to wander a little bit and see if he could find something he liked for the ring. He'd need to make one for hismelf at some point, but the one he'd propose with was the important one. He really was only looking for some nice looking wood, but as he was crossing a stream, something caught his eye, and he paused, moving to reach into the water and grab whatever it was that he'd found. He wasn't sure exactly what it was....it wasn't like any genstone he'd ever seen from raids or stealing jewelry from rich ladies in the market place. But it was pretty...and whatever it was, it would be perfect. It was a blueish greenish sort of color, and while it wasn't a traditional diamond or anything....it represented the sea well, with little flakes of browns and whites in it too. Jora would appreciate that. And there was enough of it to put smaller chunks in his own ring later, which she'd probbaly also like, he supposed. He wandered back to the shed, grin on his face. It was getting late by then, and it was nearing dinner time, so he moved back to the house before Jora got suspicious, eager to show his findings off to Selene later. |
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Selene watched Sage with a quiet smile, her gaze soft as she observed him. His movements were so focused, so intent on the task at hand that nothing could break his concentration. She knew that look all too well—when Sage was absorbed in a project, there was no stopping him until it was done perfectly. As he disappeared into the sheds, she settled in, knowing he’d be lost in his work for some time. The faint sound of wood scraping against wood reached her ears soon after, his rhythm already in motion. But then her thoughts shifted to the gleam in his eyes earlier that morning, a mixture of excitement and something deeper when he mentioned the ring. She wondered if he fully realized how much this meant to everyone, especially Jora, even in his quiet, focused way. The evening passed in a blur, the shadows stretching long across the land as the sun dipped low, signaling dinner was near. But then, Sage reappeared, a grin spreading across his face, as though he were holding onto a secret he couldn’t keep. “What have you found?” she asked, her curiosity piqued by the mischief in his eyes. |
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