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[joie_devivre]

There was something about hard work. Something about it that made a woman feel like she was doing something with her life, and that's why Shadow was currently straddling a piece of wood as thick around as her thigh

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[patriotqueen]

And she wasn't naked, for which Guy was deeply grateful. Amusedly he approached Shady; she always seemed at work. It was a terribly good look on her, not to mention on the wine stash.

"What on earth are you doing?" He asked with a grin, both hands in his pockets were they were going to stay.

[joie_devivre]

"Harp figurehead." She shifted, taking a notch out of one of the empty spaces between the vines, before looking up at Guy. "Well, carving it, really. Why, what're you doing?"

A brow rose when she asked, and she wiped the sweat off her forehead.

[patriotqueen]

"Looks good." He said appriciatively, though just because it seemed the appropriate answer. Neither harps nor naked carved-out women were much his interest.

"Well, I was going to see if the wine's making any progress. For some reason it's taking it's time."

[joie_devivre]

"I checked it. I don't know if it's still fermenting, but it seems to be taking it's time- I was actually going to talk to you about setting up four or five more trees, to hopefully be able to turn it out faster." She grinned, shoving some of her hair out of her face.

"Can never have too much wine. Or have any wine that's not worth having, even if it's shit, really."

[east_texas]

There were a few scents on the island that Stu recognized from a distance. One was that of a good campfire, another was the smell of freshly carved wood. He was walking Kojak and snapped his fingers as he changed direction to check out what was bein' built.

That's about the time he saw Shady and he blushed, as he tended to do when he saw her or Catelyn. He'd never had such an issue way back in Arnette, when the fellas all used to go out of town, partly so there wasn't a risk of runnin' into gals this way.

Weren't no call not to be neighborly, though, so he headed on closer.

"Howdy," he drawled, smiling when he saw the pretty piece of wood she'd worked.

[joie_devivre]

Shady smiled, her mouth quirking in a slow smile. That low voice was one she knew, and it made her shift forward, the branch pressing between her thighs. "Stu." Her voice was low and full and round, her brow quirking as her tongue caught a drop of sweat off her upper lip. Oh, she knew him.

And was thinking about every minute of it.

"What's... new in your life?"

[stolen_ironborn]

It was a rare thing to find Theon in a state that did not lend itself to any form of amusement. Watching her from his mount, he let his eyes pass over the body that had once belonged to him but was no more.

He was a fool, and what was worse, he felt a child in her presence. Why had he been so careless? As he watched her carve out a bust of a woman with her knife, it occurred to him that he could have married her, and for all his mocking of commitment, it might have made him happy.

[joie_devivre]

She wiped her arm over her forehead, squinting at the sweat burning in her eyes, until- The horse breathed heavily, a snuffling sound. That's what made her head jerk up, what make her realise that yes, she was being watched.

And it made her kick herself, that flash of recognition in her eyes before they went blank. "Can I help you with something?" She forced herself not to ruin all her hard work, not to let the razor sharp edge of her knife gouge her thumb.

[stolen_ironborn]

Theon made a shushing, comforting sound with a click of his tongue against his teeth as Smiler started, hoofing the sound ground, bending the grass in mild irritation. He brought the stallion about with a tug of his reins and pressed his lips into an uneasy line.

He shouldn't be here. And yet, he couldn't force a kick to the horses flanks; his legs wouldn't move. "What will that be?" he gestured at the wood with a nod, voice neutral.

[joie_devivre]

"Figurehead for a harp." Her words were short for a moment, before she lifted her chin. "How have you... been?" Her words hung in the air, and she forced herself to put the knife down before it ended up somewhere unfortunate.

Like in his throat.