Feb 20, 2019
Saethryth and Raedfrid spent the first half of the summer lugging buckets and barrels of sand to pile in front of the hall, to the annoyance of everyone who walks past and now gets it in their shoes. Faustina rolls her eyes and mumbles about Weyland getting even more soft on the children in his old age by allowing such foolishness, but they both smile at the shrieks of laughter as Saethryth and Raedfrid enjoy the fruits of their labour.