Elarion finished stirring the white paste he made in a colorful clay bowl. "Now that I've made the paste, we can get started," He sounded more excited than Yuè as he plucked up a brush.
He walked over to the wall and began to apply the paste, creating a thin layer of glue. Yuè watched him from the couch, his silver hair reflecting the firelight within the hearth beside him.
They'd come in an hour ago and the cold still chilled him to the bone. He pulled the cover closer around him, fascinated by Elarion's knowledge and skill.
The man brought a map with him. It was a large piece of parchment that showed the kingdom of Mythos, the other half of the world Yuè stepped into not even a month ago.
Elarion unfolded the map and aligned it with the wall. He pressed it gently and smoothed out any wrinkles or air bubbles. When he was finally done, he stepped back and smiled, proud of his work.