[ The imps nod in unison. Or, well, they nod at the same time. Their rhythm is off, though, so when one's head is going up, the other's is just finishing heading down.
Then it's back to this carefully-laid-aside piece of string, which is almost threaded the wrong way before a warning squeak sets the string-mover back on the right path. Almost there!
They return to their work in earnest. Still no sign of their Master, but that doesn't seem to be worrying them. They must be trusted.
Or have no sense of time. One of these things is definitely true. ]
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Then it's back to this carefully-laid-aside piece of string, which is almost threaded the wrong way before a warning squeak sets the string-mover back on the right path. Almost there!
They return to their work in earnest. Still no sign of their Master, but that doesn't seem to be worrying them. They must be trusted.
Or have no sense of time. One of these things is definitely true. ]