Neri had pinned the new contract beneath a spanner so the draught would not take it.
Iven noticed the host seal first, then the drawing beside it. A raised walk curved between two low buildings, with a covered turning place and a broad channel left open beneath the middle span. It was recognizably hers: enough room for the person carrying a load, a way to inspect the working joints and no heroic little post expected to bear more than its share.
“New job?” he asked.
“After the emergency handover. Ground works.”
She moved the spanner and let him read.
Mira’s council had offered the cooperative the first section of the permanent winter walks between the clinical yard and the food stores. The existing paths served the emergency settlement. Rain, cold and the longer occupation ahead required something better drained and more durable than a route people could tolerate for a few dry weeks.
The timber was part of the delayed construction loads.
“After recovery freight,” Iven said.
