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LemonsNiara Rootwick
~ Center of Town ~
“Ooh, but I’m probably just being pessimistic. Rightly, I should really take it apart, first.” She twisted her body to look as she heard a voice call out. A male human, asking about supplies. Was he really wondering if someone actively lived here, though? ”Well met! We were just going to fix up this old well, in fact. I’m afraid it’d fall apart under more strain, but I, ah, don’t usually encounter wells.”
The technician supposed it was entirely possible several components of the well simply needed tightening, but she knew how exposure to the elements and the passage of time could affect things. Things eroded, things corroded, weakened, especially without proper care or even use. She wouldn’t hold her breath. She grabbed the crank and tried it once or twice, feeling how it was holding together. Oooh, it’s so loose.
”Guess I should set down, if I’m going to be working here.” Elven hands began undoing several knots on her person before chunks of her kit fell to the ground. She had gardening tools, like a trowel and some kinda claw thing, but also various carpentry and repair tools. She located, among her things, a small tarp and spread it out. She put tools she would not be using at each corner of the tarp, to keep it from blowing away, before starting to take the well mechanism apart for inspection.
The married couple was certainly having a time of this. The husband was over the moon about all these people showing up, and the wife was dubious. A classic combination. A brief thought of an alternate outcome to things flashed through her mind, but she shook her head free of it. The husband had been drawn here, just as she herself had, was it? Very interesting.
Another elf drew her attention as she spoke. This one was into plants, but it didn’t seem like she was a root elf, like herself. She had plenty to say, so Niara was content to work on the contraption in front of her as she said her piece. Hearty and Vinnie, huh?
“This is an abandoned place, after all. I would expect Sadstrand. We can always be pleasantly surprised, after all.” Niara sat herself up on the edge of the well as she continued to disassemble the mechanism, being very, very careful not to drop anything. It was like maintenance on the underside of the islands. Don’t fall, don’t drop anything. She straddled the support post of the well cover and worked with her sternum pressed against the wood. “Water magic is fine and all, but I don’t think you want to be a living well, do you? You’d have to be here, whenever someone wanted to draw water. That simply won’t do. If you can find me a seed of a good, fibrous vine, I can do something with that. Just the seed, deary.”
The male human called about firewood, and mentioned food. Yes, that would be a good idea, too. ”While you’re at it, dear Myrravel, fruit and veggie seeds, too.” She looked up at a voice from the distance, looking in its direction before smirking and going back to her diligence, “heh, found something good, did she. Clay pot..? Yes, I think we’ll need to replace this rope.” She did, however, spare a glance around. There were a lot of people showing up.. They’d really need this well in good order, huh? Someone had mentioned forgoing the crank system, but it was rather nice, to just spin a crank and pull it up.
