Rydian;
I groan as I lift another bag of sand and empty it into the mixture the men before me are stirring into a consistency.
My skin is slick with sweat, so much so that sweat is dripping off my chin, and sand is sticking to me.
But it's not like I expected to come out of construction work clean.
The afternoon sun stings my back as I lift yet another bucket of water, but I ignore it.
In the distance, Koda is working nonstop, directing and helping with work.
He's been at this since morning and hasn't taken a single moment to rest. If he hasn't, why should I? He needs my help, and the least I can do is support him this much.
I place the bucket of water down beside the men who need it, and I feel a muscle pull in my leg, causing me to groan.
My shoulders are burning. My palms are aching. And every breath tastes like dust.
The entire village square is a mess of rubble and cracked stone, but for the first time in days, it's starting to look like it's taking some shape.
