Post by Grayell on Sept 9, 2011 20:18:26 GMT -5
Grayell had absolutely no damned idea of what he was doing. None. Not a single clue.
But he'd made his mind up to try and help out a friend. He worried about Cel, she could handle herself but whilst she wasn't always at terms with her emotions, she had expressed how strange she felt in this world. Alien. Alone. He knew that feeling to well... but was going to try and help.
He knew of only one place by the town that was even remotely close to the realms Cel called home. Grayell had been a lot of places, places he'd even dare not speak about. At least not with Margrett.
His conception was inaccurate to say the least, but that wouldn't hold him back. His only problem was with normal things - he wanted her to be comfortable... but then what did she consider normal? She knew what a bed was for... well a coupe of things a bed was good for, but outside of that what would she want? What would she require?
Still puzzled he entered the grotto by the lake and found the entrance to the cave. It was dank, wet and filled with algae and moss. The gaps in the roof let light trickle in through the foliage which simply gave it the strangest color, but it refracted through a myriad of crystals that grew in the wet here and changed it constantly. It moved around the room in a splendor of colors and strange shapes of light danced over the stone and floor. He remembered when he'd discovered. He'd stayed a while, a couple of nights and was quite taken with it. It grew cold at night though and the wind wound it's way through the cave and crevices, whispering and then shrieking like lost souls. The pool that sat on the far wall piped in as water dripped into it, rippling and enhancing the dancing light, it's sound echoing and bouncing off the walls.
In all honesty, it was perfectly strange. But was it quite.... chaotic enough?
He sat on a rock and wondered.
A few hours later he'd shifted in some furniture, stuff he thought appropriate. There was a bed, a couple of mismatched wardrobes and a table and chair. A couple of barrels, useful for storage or even sitting on. The fire pit he had used during his stay here had been started again and warmed the place up. embers floating about in the air and then caught by those talking winds to shoot like stars across the open cave.
He sat on the bed and then looked at the wardrobe he'd placed by it. He then frowned.
Shit. She sure likes that cloak though....
He fell back on the bed and rubbed his eyes with his palms. The place was odd but beauftiful and whilst she was an incredibly gorgeous creature, he was unsure of his perception of beauty. Would she even understand?
He sat up and looked about. He couldn't weave any magic though this place but to him it already felt magical. He couln't create or fetch some arcane pillar that throbbed with arcane mystery, he had few options.
But he did remember a couple of things about his occasional trip through the veil. He gave it some thought and set to work.
It took two full days. Hehad damn near broken his back but managed to gather enough materials to complete his project. He'd spent those two night on his knees, cracking and knapping rock and obsidian, selecting choice pieces that would hopefully be something she would find appealing.
It took another two days to complete the ring about the fire. He'd made the fire pit itself perfectly spherical and surrounded by stones, 4 small obelisks that took too long to discover and drag back. They looked meager, only stood at his waist but he had lost himself in this task and gave it less thought that he gave to the rest of it.
The first 3 feet surrounding the fire was no longer dirt and rock but now consisted entiely of carefully laid and as best he could manage, flattened obsidian. It had been hell to attempt, it was too easy to cut his feet upon it and he had to go with larger chunks, massive panels of the stuff. The ground was solid beneath them so they did not shift but he was no builder and had no clue how to make mortar or anything so functional.
That section was then surrounded with but 2 inches of a pure white sand he had found, a simple enough task. The next three feet beyond that consisted of small, smooth and almost perfectly round river rocks that he had picked from the stream that spilled into the lake nearby. They shifted and crunched when he walked on them but he was fond of the sensation. he had framed this with simple stones...
He looked from the entrance. It was unusual to him. The fire pit was vaguely reminscent of some form of power circle he'd encountered but he did not understand their significance. It was night now and all along the walls and ceiling of the cavern huddled the thousands of glowing larvae that called this place home. Perhaps Celephai would.
He left his old, broken in half table by the entrance and headed back to town.
Grayell, she's a woman. Why do you even bother.
Why was he talking to himself for that matter.
But he'd made his mind up to try and help out a friend. He worried about Cel, she could handle herself but whilst she wasn't always at terms with her emotions, she had expressed how strange she felt in this world. Alien. Alone. He knew that feeling to well... but was going to try and help.
He knew of only one place by the town that was even remotely close to the realms Cel called home. Grayell had been a lot of places, places he'd even dare not speak about. At least not with Margrett.
His conception was inaccurate to say the least, but that wouldn't hold him back. His only problem was with normal things - he wanted her to be comfortable... but then what did she consider normal? She knew what a bed was for... well a coupe of things a bed was good for, but outside of that what would she want? What would she require?
Still puzzled he entered the grotto by the lake and found the entrance to the cave. It was dank, wet and filled with algae and moss. The gaps in the roof let light trickle in through the foliage which simply gave it the strangest color, but it refracted through a myriad of crystals that grew in the wet here and changed it constantly. It moved around the room in a splendor of colors and strange shapes of light danced over the stone and floor. He remembered when he'd discovered. He'd stayed a while, a couple of nights and was quite taken with it. It grew cold at night though and the wind wound it's way through the cave and crevices, whispering and then shrieking like lost souls. The pool that sat on the far wall piped in as water dripped into it, rippling and enhancing the dancing light, it's sound echoing and bouncing off the walls.
In all honesty, it was perfectly strange. But was it quite.... chaotic enough?
He sat on a rock and wondered.
A few hours later he'd shifted in some furniture, stuff he thought appropriate. There was a bed, a couple of mismatched wardrobes and a table and chair. A couple of barrels, useful for storage or even sitting on. The fire pit he had used during his stay here had been started again and warmed the place up. embers floating about in the air and then caught by those talking winds to shoot like stars across the open cave.
He sat on the bed and then looked at the wardrobe he'd placed by it. He then frowned.
Shit. She sure likes that cloak though....
He fell back on the bed and rubbed his eyes with his palms. The place was odd but beauftiful and whilst she was an incredibly gorgeous creature, he was unsure of his perception of beauty. Would she even understand?
He sat up and looked about. He couldn't weave any magic though this place but to him it already felt magical. He couln't create or fetch some arcane pillar that throbbed with arcane mystery, he had few options.
But he did remember a couple of things about his occasional trip through the veil. He gave it some thought and set to work.
It took two full days. Hehad damn near broken his back but managed to gather enough materials to complete his project. He'd spent those two night on his knees, cracking and knapping rock and obsidian, selecting choice pieces that would hopefully be something she would find appealing.
It took another two days to complete the ring about the fire. He'd made the fire pit itself perfectly spherical and surrounded by stones, 4 small obelisks that took too long to discover and drag back. They looked meager, only stood at his waist but he had lost himself in this task and gave it less thought that he gave to the rest of it.
The first 3 feet surrounding the fire was no longer dirt and rock but now consisted entiely of carefully laid and as best he could manage, flattened obsidian. It had been hell to attempt, it was too easy to cut his feet upon it and he had to go with larger chunks, massive panels of the stuff. The ground was solid beneath them so they did not shift but he was no builder and had no clue how to make mortar or anything so functional.
That section was then surrounded with but 2 inches of a pure white sand he had found, a simple enough task. The next three feet beyond that consisted of small, smooth and almost perfectly round river rocks that he had picked from the stream that spilled into the lake nearby. They shifted and crunched when he walked on them but he was fond of the sensation. he had framed this with simple stones...
He looked from the entrance. It was unusual to him. The fire pit was vaguely reminscent of some form of power circle he'd encountered but he did not understand their significance. It was night now and all along the walls and ceiling of the cavern huddled the thousands of glowing larvae that called this place home. Perhaps Celephai would.
He left his old, broken in half table by the entrance and headed back to town.
Grayell, she's a woman. Why do you even bother.
Why was he talking to himself for that matter.
