The rope latch would not do, winters were harsh in Rhy?Din. When he had arrived that night, he had found the door unlatched, and she had fallen asleep without benefit of a fire. The dangerous combination had determined him to make her a latch that hooked when she pushed the door closed. He was no carpenter, if he needed to have something built, he would get qualified to do the job. This would be no problem though, simple handyman things he could do fairly well.
A clamp and a wood drill would start the process, a few dome head bolts cost very little, but the trick was to make it able to be opened from the outside. A latch to tall would force S?jira to go in through the window. Not something he wanted for her, so he was very careful with his measurements. The wood of the doorway was solid and gave a good bite for the screws.
S?jira was tending to Trygg in the barn while he worked, he could spot her from time to time as she moved in and out of the little stall. Trygg was nosing around for the best foliage he could scrounge on the winter ground. He felt a little twinge of guilt as he worked; he hadn?t exactly asked her if she wanted him to do this for her. That smile of hers when he announced he intention had clouded his head with a smugness that was not characteristic of him. It wasn?t his place to make changes to this little cottage unasked for. He needed to be very careful how he proceeded with S?jira. The last thing he was after was to make her feel as though she had no say in things that were hers. He felt so natural taking up that roll that some days he needed to check all his decisions twice.
Kruger wanted to fill a roll for her; she had unwittingly pulled the blinders off of the cart horse and showed him there was a world that existed beyond what lay in front of him. He checked the action of the handles to see if they would raise the latch far enough to allow the door to swing freely. Satisfied that it was working he made the final check and closed the door behind him and tried to open it from the outside. The latch gave way and the door opened easily, he looked to see that S?jira was watching so he gave her a ?Tada? pose.
A clamp and a wood drill would start the process, a few dome head bolts cost very little, but the trick was to make it able to be opened from the outside. A latch to tall would force S?jira to go in through the window. Not something he wanted for her, so he was very careful with his measurements. The wood of the doorway was solid and gave a good bite for the screws.
S?jira was tending to Trygg in the barn while he worked, he could spot her from time to time as she moved in and out of the little stall. Trygg was nosing around for the best foliage he could scrounge on the winter ground. He felt a little twinge of guilt as he worked; he hadn?t exactly asked her if she wanted him to do this for her. That smile of hers when he announced he intention had clouded his head with a smugness that was not characteristic of him. It wasn?t his place to make changes to this little cottage unasked for. He needed to be very careful how he proceeded with S?jira. The last thing he was after was to make her feel as though she had no say in things that were hers. He felt so natural taking up that roll that some days he needed to check all his decisions twice.
Kruger wanted to fill a roll for her; she had unwittingly pulled the blinders off of the cart horse and showed him there was a world that existed beyond what lay in front of him. He checked the action of the handles to see if they would raise the latch far enough to allow the door to swing freely. Satisfied that it was working he made the final check and closed the door behind him and tried to open it from the outside. The latch gave way and the door opened easily, he looked to see that S?jira was watching so he gave her a ?Tada? pose.