Moonspear ^_____________________^

He weighed the offer, Pie patiently looking around while she waited. Was it strange that she rather liked the smell of it, the damp, rotten wood? She drew in a deep breath, sussing through all the layers of the odor, though her attention quickly flicked back to him at the sound of Glaukos’s voice.

I can do that, she agreed, her lips parting in a quiet laugh as she thought aloud, We did discuss laying some groundwork…

She chuffed to herself, then nodded at him to resume his work. Pie didn’t think it would be particularly complicated, even if it was difficult. She rolled her neck and shoulders, already limber from a hard day’s work, and imagined she would have no trouble falling asleep tonight.