[PQ] things just don't stay the same

WESSEX

With a grumble and a raised brow at the feathery response, Wessex takes the splintered board and broken nail and tosses it to the ground. The support is still useable. No harm, no fowl. Pun intended. “It’s fine,” she offers with a carefree shrug. “Or did you get a splinter?” Luckily they are well prepared and they have some extra wood at hand, so the Wraith climbs down to get both the board and some extra nails, then returns to their previous operations. Nail heads firmly between her teeth, Wessex begins the process again, this time, using a little less pressure whilst hammering the supports in.

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all