Sep 05, 2006 00:45
The treehouse was coming along nicely. It was taking Theon noticeably longer to build the second time around, but he was confident that their Fortune's Haven was going to be much sturdier than the Red Keep had ever been.
The ironmen could boast of no builders in their bloodlines until now.
The kraken'd been lucky to find a tall tree with a wide trunk still in tact after the storm. It's thick, bulky branches supported the weight of his carved out floorboards well. Three of the four walls had been successfully erected with nails and Shady's remarkable vinework, and he'd stolen a tarp from the compound's closet with plans to throw it over the roof to keep out the rain.
At the present moment, Theon sat on a tree stump steadily hacking at a heavy log between his legs. Strips of bark lay scattered all around the forest floor, along with twigs, vines, makeshift planks, and assorted tools. The once-dark breeches he wore were now a faded, worn gray and fraying at the seams, and he'd abandoned his tunic to a nearby branch some time ago. Beneath the sun, Theon continued to sweat from a combination of the heat and exertion.
He planned to stop soon for a water break.
robb