Striking a pin into the stone with heavy force, may it not displace for many years to come. Securing the freshly painted wall hanging, hue of purple and warm, rising grey backed on a strong supporting frame.
Ikari'namo stepped down from the stool and nodded to the Delavoye within the home, his work completed for that day- Not to say there wasn't a long road ahead of them.
Namo would be willing to aid, and stand with the clan as common friend- And of course, resident carpenter and decorator.
"Helun-velulaeya hon laht.. o good luck, to you."