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Misha stroked her imaginary beard. "That's--" She paused, then snapped her fingers. "No, you're a damn innovator! We should build a wood shed." She lowered her arms to her sides and looked around with a growing sense of loss. "How do we do that?" she mumbled, mostly to herself. The grim saplings and towering but crackling giants that lined the forest path looked less like clean lumber and more like an untamed death trap. She was content to live among those trees in peace, but it was a different matter entirely to saw them up - or worse, be forced to scrounge money, then purchase and haul refined boards from the town to the camp. That sounded like a job from wayward 14-year-old newcomers, not seasoned and decidedly lazy woodsmen like herself.
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Destin chuckles a bit at her suggestion. He looks around, exhaling softly. "C'mon, let's try close to the river." He didn't want to give up yet. He knew it was going to rain in a few short days, and didn't want to risk losing whatever semi-dry wood might be out there to find. Without making sure Misha was following, he began running through the trees, a hard look of determination on his face.