Mechanic and pre-med student, actually. [Past vessels count as past lives, right? Michael also happens to think he's funny.] But I've had plenty of practice setting the inn right.
[Gabriel had left him with quite a bit to undo, even accounting for the one room he'd left untouched. The garish floral patterns are almost enough to give even an archangel a headache.
He settles in her side of the hole at a comfortable distance away, digging at the ground more carefully now with what is definitely just a common garden trowel someone lent to the cause and not any kind of specialized archaeological tool. For a little while, there's more companionable silence and the sound of little wet piles of earth being moved around, birdsong and cicadas buzzing from somewhere above. Eventually there's a clink as his trowel meets something solid.
Michael uncovers the cup carefully, following the unyielding outline with the trowel. Soon he's able to work it free of the earth and clear it off with a brush enough to see the design. The side facing him depicts a pair of wolves standing on their back feet, embracing or perhaps dancing; when he flips it over, the wolves are now horizontal, head to tail in an arrangement that would have Gabriel saying nice.
He hands it to Claire with the latter side facing up.]
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[Gabriel had left him with quite a bit to undo, even accounting for the one room he'd left untouched. The garish floral patterns are almost enough to give even an archangel a headache.
He settles in her side of the hole at a comfortable distance away, digging at the ground more carefully now with what is definitely just a common garden trowel someone lent to the cause and not any kind of specialized archaeological tool. For a little while, there's more companionable silence and the sound of little wet piles of earth being moved around, birdsong and cicadas buzzing from somewhere above. Eventually there's a clink as his trowel meets something solid.
Michael uncovers the cup carefully, following the unyielding outline with the trowel. Soon he's able to work it free of the earth and clear it off with a brush enough to see the design. The side facing him depicts a pair of wolves standing on their back feet, embracing or perhaps dancing; when he flips it over, the wolves are now horizontal, head to tail in an arrangement that would have Gabriel saying nice.
He hands it to Claire with the latter side facing up.]
Ceremonial or everyday drinkware, do you suppose?