Kindness is the golden chain by which society is bound together.
~~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe~~
44th of Ashan, Arc 721
Vega firmly believed in action. She hated the idea of praying and expecting the Immortals to do something because you prayed - and she loathed the idea of asking for help. However, in this circumstance, and having been given a task by Xiur himself, she believed that this was one of those times where it was acceptable to ask. Because, she was working too - and working hard. So it wasn't a request for aid, it was a request for support.
To the mind of the daughter of Faldrun, to her way of thinking, that meant that working together was more than acceptable. It was necessary.
And so, Vega had asked for help. First, she had sent a note to Darius, and he'd responded very positively. Then, she'd written to Saoire - and she'd replied. That had led to the five experts arriving and - frankly - they'd made an enormous difference. Vega hadn't stopped there, though. She'd also put pen to paper again and written to the Council. She got a lovely reply back and - then - the world had gone a little doolally.
Massive storms followed by frozen seas and so on meant that the people and items which Councillor Bao had promised had been delayed. Nothing came in or out for a few trials. Then, though, they'd arrived. There were two Rangers who were taking charge but also the owner of the Spirit's Rest Oasis had come to help. They'd decided on building a large building which stood two stories tall and would be able to be re-purposed as an Inn, or community center, when the refugees were settled. Herman had made designs previously and he'd apparently spoken with Elise and Refed and they were working.
Now, Vega was focusing on them and making sure that they were getting on and had everything they needed. They'd brought all the supplies they needed, and Vega was more than impressed. They were actually doing this. She looked at Refed, who she was sitting with, and listened as he spoke. "It makes sense. A kitchen and storage will mean that you can move your chefs into there. That will bring the community in," he said. Vega listened, carefully, "and then, we can use the ground floor as barracks style accomodation, but upstairs will be the rooms for people who need that individual care and attention. There might well be those. So, rather than a community hall, per se, when it's done and they all have places to live, wherever that may be, you can use this as a community building, or an inn." Vega nodded. "It's amazin' to me what you're doin', an' I know Darius is delighted too." Refed shook his head. "It's our pleasure. Tight timeframes are ever so exciting." Vega chuckled. "I bet you say that to all the demandin' red heads," she teased and he looked at her in mock surprise. "If there's another type of redhead, I've yet to meet them," he said and Vega chortled. "Yeah, you're a funny guy." Somehow it didn't sound quite like she meant it.
"Come on, then," Refed said. "Lets show you how far we've got."
To the mind of the daughter of Faldrun, to her way of thinking, that meant that working together was more than acceptable. It was necessary.
And so, Vega had asked for help. First, she had sent a note to Darius, and he'd responded very positively. Then, she'd written to Saoire - and she'd replied. That had led to the five experts arriving and - frankly - they'd made an enormous difference. Vega hadn't stopped there, though. She'd also put pen to paper again and written to the Council. She got a lovely reply back and - then - the world had gone a little doolally.
Massive storms followed by frozen seas and so on meant that the people and items which Councillor Bao had promised had been delayed. Nothing came in or out for a few trials. Then, though, they'd arrived. There were two Rangers who were taking charge but also the owner of the Spirit's Rest Oasis had come to help. They'd decided on building a large building which stood two stories tall and would be able to be re-purposed as an Inn, or community center, when the refugees were settled. Herman had made designs previously and he'd apparently spoken with Elise and Refed and they were working.
Now, Vega was focusing on them and making sure that they were getting on and had everything they needed. They'd brought all the supplies they needed, and Vega was more than impressed. They were actually doing this. She looked at Refed, who she was sitting with, and listened as he spoke. "It makes sense. A kitchen and storage will mean that you can move your chefs into there. That will bring the community in," he said. Vega listened, carefully, "and then, we can use the ground floor as barracks style accomodation, but upstairs will be the rooms for people who need that individual care and attention. There might well be those. So, rather than a community hall, per se, when it's done and they all have places to live, wherever that may be, you can use this as a community building, or an inn." Vega nodded. "It's amazin' to me what you're doin', an' I know Darius is delighted too." Refed shook his head. "It's our pleasure. Tight timeframes are ever so exciting." Vega chuckled. "I bet you say that to all the demandin' red heads," she teased and he looked at her in mock surprise. "If there's another type of redhead, I've yet to meet them," he said and Vega chortled. "Yeah, you're a funny guy." Somehow it didn't sound quite like she meant it.
"Come on, then," Refed said. "Lets show you how far we've got."
