#demihero

@dashiellrobert-parr

Today, Maui had been assigned to the stables. They were working on bringing back in the horses from the stables they had sent some of them to outside of Swynlake when all of--everything--had started going to shit. Before they could bring the horses home, though, they had to make sure everything was stable (no pun intended.) 

Which meant going around to each stall and wiggling each plank of wood. It was tiring, but it was good work. Kept him busy. 

He saw someone walking by and he was up on a ladder, holding a few nails between his teeth and an old board that he’d just wiggled out.

“Hey! Can you grab me a new plank?” he asked the passerby, wiggling the old one in their direction. “Oh!” One of the nails fell out of his mouth and clinked to the ground. “You’re that--you were...a-a tribute, weren’t you?”