Frostbound

Gabriel

There was a mustiness in the air that Gabriel still had yet to get used to. The smell of wet fur wasn't the most pleasant and he worked hard to keep his dry all the time.

His control over snow usually made that easy. Slicking it off before it could melt and soak his clothes.

Except it wasn't his furs that were smelling. It was Miles who couldn't keep them dry, but it wasn't like he couldn't do anything about it. Having power over wood didn't help in that regard.

"This goes here and this goes there," The man also liked to mumble to himself. "Gabe, plug that wire into the intake please."

And he liked to order people around who weren't his subordinates. They were supposed to be working on this together.

His need to impress is waning, but it's still an issue.

Admittedly, Miles used to be a lot worse. When he first got hired, he spent many a night working in order to have something to show for his efforts. There were also many times Gabriel walked into the workshop to find him slumped over the desk sleeping.

Now that it had been a while, and he'd fought in the South, that urge to please lightened somewhat. Now it was just his own urge to figure it out that drove him, and it seemed like it wasn't any less pushy.

"You enchanted the catch plate and wires, right?" Miles asked, stopping what he was doing to look up for confirmation.

"Yes, Miles." Gabriel droned. It wasn't the first time he'd asked.

"Don't give me that tone. I'm just making sure. I don't want it to blow up like the last one." Miles resumed his work on the 'Mana Generator'.