Despite the stifling heat beneath Solis' suffocating eye, Eden refused to labor beneath the moon lest Denocte see the weaknesses of Solterra and relay it to her shadowy followers. So as the sun rose upon it's burning blue pedestal, the striped mare worked and struggled and bled and sweated upon the sandstone floor. After so many years of neglect and abandonment, the inner courtyard of the Sunhall was a mess of stubborn weeds and half collapsed buildings. So far, Eden had cleared the debris from within the old smithy, taking rusty bits of metal and armor and piling them alongside a rickety woodshed to hopefully be refurbished.
Now, as she strained and shoved against the weight of a rather large sandstone boulder - How the hell did this thing get here? - that had been blocking the back doorway of the smithy, Eden wondered if she was going to be the only one to clean up the Day Court's home. It wasn't as if it was too much of an issue to the lass, for she was no stranger to hard work, but the process could go so much quicker if her fellow followers of Solis were to assist in the rebuilding of their city. A garrison full of warriors was no good if there were no crops to feed them and no weapons to arm them with.
"Just so," mumbled the girl through the sweat that caked her sides and the exhaustion that hounded her heels, "If it is only me, then I best work harder."
Short post but @Maxence @Leviathan and anyone else who wants to help clear up the inner courtyard of the keep IC~
