I kneel down, my hair reaches the street with how it was braided today. It gets a bit dirty, but I can't help but smile.
She braided it for me, and that's all that I care.
That moment of happiness stops as I grunt in frustration.
"Why..." I can't help but whine. Of course I have to be the one doing all of this. There are others but they get to have a break while Lily drives me like a slave.
Ugh... I wanna go and lay down.
But this is too interesting to not do. Lily had given me a picture of what she wanted me to carve, and with my newfound interest I make sure that they are picture perfect.
Apparently this is supposed to - according to Lily - connect the water pipes and at the same time make water from thin air. Something that's just fascinating but the grunt work is all up to me.
