The mare was rolling rocks, scraping her nose from time to time to the rough surfaces she quite literally faced. Perhaps she almost knocked herself out accidentally deliberately whenever she reminded herself that she couldn't rewind the feelings and emotions she held. This was how she coped, she started to slowly realize... but yet still did not admit to herself. Like she told Gaucho the first time she came here, whatever she did or would do, she was also a warrior. She would always be. Yet, she wasn’t meant to think the things that were dancing through her mind, and the things she was supposed to be and not supposed to be were merging into some kind of mountain she wasn't sure she could climb.
She had never been that good at being aware of others that had managed to get into her space. Often she just didn’t see them, or she would tell herself afterwards that they hadn’t been loud enough for her to know they were there to begin with. She hadn’t heard him coming, either. Although she wouldn’t have given him credits for that either way, since she was such an easy target to sneak up on for basically anyone and their neighbor.
When she heard his voice her head swung up, leaving the rock she had been pushing as it was. “Misael,” she noted rather stupidly with a dry throat before realizing he had just asked her if he could help. Her golden eyes were silent (like always) as they thought about that, although her mind wasn’t really helping as it was still pestered by noisy thoughts she just preferred to leave behind at this point. But anyway, she wasn’t bright enough at the moment to know he meant anything, when he asked her. And even if she did, she wouldn’t accept it to be, as she, at the moment, wanted everything around her to just magically be… simple.
Just for once.
”Sorry if I’m interrupting. My name’s Najya,”
Maren’s eyes glanced past Misael’s huge frame to see the petite mare appear. Maren’s ears swooped forward a little more, as this was obviously a new face she was yet to know anything about. Nevertheless, Maren couldn’t help but question why the mare was apologizing. If one interrupted, just... interrupt. Either way, it would always be at least slightly annoying, but, being the not-very-much-caring-about-anything today kind of Maren, she didn’t point it out to her in words. “I am the Diviner of the throat, Maren. Nice to meet you,” she said, more to Najya then Misael, as she thought he either must or was supposed to know by now. But since they had asked the same thing, Maren turned to both of them after the required introductions were over. “I would gladly have the help of both of you," she admitted, pulling out a gloomy smile. "Do you have any experience with building? Because we are building a Church.” She paused, thought about it for a moment realistically. Who in these lands would have experience with building churches, if even she hadn’t? Wasn’t that asking for a non-existent luxury? So she continued after a slightly apologetic clearing of her throat, turning it into more of a celebrational cheer than the serious question it was meant as. “This will probably be one of the first — if not the first church in Helovia, so if you would decide to add your effort into this project, it would mean that you have helped history be born to these lands.” Because she was very much excited for that. “...And that’s awesome, now isn’t it” she said, nodding with the words, probably more to herself.
And suddenly (basically out of nowhere) there was this other mare, who she hadn’t seen coming either (she just hadn’t). Yet, she couldn’t help but note that Najya could learn a lot from her when it came down to the art of interrupting. Maren’s gaze wandered up to the sky where a gold, four-winged mare shouted down, probably completely ignoring the possibility of importance that this meeting could have held (did not really, but could have). Then the new girl landed on her hooves, next to Najya, and went up in a very not-interesting conversation with her about having been ‘carried away’ and about ‘excitement’, which she couldn’t help think should’ve been held in a more private area.
She watched them with her silent, judgmental golden eyes. Get a room, damnit. — And she just was about to get the ball rolling nicely, too. Nevertheless, Maren kept her lips shut. Only her eyebrows were raised with obvious question, something which she supposed was only natural in these.. circumstances. Not that she wanted to know what was going on, nope. Not this time.
Yet, somewhere she was disappointed and frustrated, because she had regretfully grown excited about the help they had offered and now she had to explain again.
“We are helping the diviner of the Throat with building a Church for our patron, which is the Sun,” she informed the new mare slightly rushed. She could not help it, however, since her patience was simply one of the more fragile things about her. But then she sighed inwardly, swallowed her frustration before asking:
“I would appreciate your help, if you are willing. With your wings you can get to the higher parts a lot easier than us.” She pushed out a smile before going on about informing what Maren could use their help with. She wasn't a bad-guy, after all. She was just done with everything and anyone at the moment. Just wanted to have something to do... and she really could use their help.
Maren had already made metal notches in the metal frames that were going to be the walls, much looking like a bee’s nest at the moment. In the notches was where the collected rocks (that were laying in piles across the site) were going to fill the holes in the walls up. After all, if they would’ve used metal to completely cover the building, it would turn into a over-sized oven within mere minutes. This way there could still be a little ventilation. "Doable, right," she cheered in a Maren-kind of way, before going back to work herself.
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