2nd Ashan 718
"I understand, I do, but I really can't help you right now," Faith explained to the soul who stood there. No matter how many times she explained to the woman that she could not go in to the rubble and get her wedding ring, it did not seem to matter. The entire left hand side of the woman was utterly decimated and it was a gruesome sight, truth told. "I promise you, I truly promise you that I will do my very best, but I can't do anything right... oh, look, that isn't going to help," Faith said as a sudden gust of wind blew a pile of papers off her desk. "All you're doing is making me doing this take longer. Since I have to do this before I can help you, that seems utterly counter productive to me." She looked at the soul and she sighed. "You are afraid, and I understand that, but there are people out there, still, who are dying and I have to help them." She raised an eyebrow and made a point which she had made more than once. "You could help you know."
"I need to find IT!" The soul screamed the last, it's face up against hers.The ghost of the woman was hurt and afraid and Faith understood that, but she stood firm and looked back at her. "I'm not going to be able to help you until this is clear. The place where your ring is, it's in the middle of a collapsed building." There was no way she was going there, Faith explained, again as she looked at the woman. She must have died instantly, Faith thought, considering the extent of her injuries. "We'll find you. Your ring will be there, I'm sure. But now I have to work to save other people if I can. I wish you'd help me." It would help, Faith didn't doubt, as the spirits from Moseke did. But this soul was not in the mood to help, she was capricious and unwilling and Faith didn't have the time to try and persuade her. "I know you're afraid and it's so very confusing," the young woman said and she tried her best to remember how afraid the woman must be. "I promise you, I will help you within the next trial or two, alright?"
She had to focus now, though and she knew that there was another crisis looming and, before it began, she had to sort it. They were pulling out survivors. More survivors than she had thought possible. When she got here, she was concerned that there would be none, but no, there were and they were in their hundreds. They would need somewhere more permanent to live, Faith did not doubt.
She was aware that, in Harvardr and in Gunvorton to an extent, they had barracks style accommodation and she considered that. But it was impersonal and unhelpful. Clearing the docks was going to take a long time and the rebuild, too. It might take a full two or even three seasons. People needed somewhere to live before then. She knew, because she had used them previously, that the firm which built the houses in Beacon were able to built the basic homes quickly. Was that the best thing to do, she wondered, or was there another option. There had to be another option, Faith was convinced and so, she stood and she walked around the desk in her office, bending to pick up a stray paper from where the soul had previously had a tantrum and she considered that what she had to do was look at it from a different angle and so, moving to sit at the other side of the desk, that was what she did.
Looked at it from a different angle.
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Logistics: Look at things from a different angle when problem solving.
"I need to find IT!" The soul screamed the last, it's face up against hers.The ghost of the woman was hurt and afraid and Faith understood that, but she stood firm and looked back at her. "I'm not going to be able to help you until this is clear. The place where your ring is, it's in the middle of a collapsed building." There was no way she was going there, Faith explained, again as she looked at the woman. She must have died instantly, Faith thought, considering the extent of her injuries. "We'll find you. Your ring will be there, I'm sure. But now I have to work to save other people if I can. I wish you'd help me." It would help, Faith didn't doubt, as the spirits from Moseke did. But this soul was not in the mood to help, she was capricious and unwilling and Faith didn't have the time to try and persuade her. "I know you're afraid and it's so very confusing," the young woman said and she tried her best to remember how afraid the woman must be. "I promise you, I will help you within the next trial or two, alright?"
She had to focus now, though and she knew that there was another crisis looming and, before it began, she had to sort it. They were pulling out survivors. More survivors than she had thought possible. When she got here, she was concerned that there would be none, but no, there were and they were in their hundreds. They would need somewhere more permanent to live, Faith did not doubt.
She was aware that, in Harvardr and in Gunvorton to an extent, they had barracks style accommodation and she considered that. But it was impersonal and unhelpful. Clearing the docks was going to take a long time and the rebuild, too. It might take a full two or even three seasons. People needed somewhere to live before then. She knew, because she had used them previously, that the firm which built the houses in Beacon were able to built the basic homes quickly. Was that the best thing to do, she wondered, or was there another option. There had to be another option, Faith was convinced and so, she stood and she walked around the desk in her office, bending to pick up a stray paper from where the soul had previously had a tantrum and she considered that what she had to do was look at it from a different angle and so, moving to sit at the other side of the desk, that was what she did.
Looked at it from a different angle.
636 words
Logistics: Look at things from a different angle when problem solving.