"I thought you were repairing the wall..." she says. Beside her Seo shifts. Seol moves forward, she could easily walk across the wall, it is but a handful of steps beneath the guard post. The paving is frozen and glittering with frost. It makes a crunching sound beneath her soles.
"Careful," Seo calls out. She stills on the paved way and looks at him over her shoulder.
"This is not a wall." Seol concludes, her eyes shift to the expense of ice laying ahead to the end of her visage, bright under the winter sun like spun crystal. "You are blocking the river!"
"We are repairing the wall." Seo tells her pointedly, his jaw clenches with a warning that Seol reads well. "It must be done before the winter passes."
