Conal sat crosslegged on the ground, his back against a tree, with his laptop open on his knees. The remains of his lunch was sitting beside him, and he was tapping away on the keyboard. He looked up from the computer as a cloud passed across the sun, a chill wind reminding him that winter wasn't that gone. "Spring, my ass." he murmured, looking at the icy blue sky. "Isn't it supposed to be warming up by now?" He looked around, then back at the computer. "Well, as long as it doesn't start raining, and the weather forecast seems to be clear for today."<br/><br/>He took a moment to look away from the machine, at the mounds that dominated the area, and the stones dotted here and there. You could almost feel the weight of ages past, history settling down around you.<br/><br/>He gave his head a slight shake, and turned back to his notes. He still had a fair bit of work to do, and he needed to do it while he had light enough to see by.