Logs:Building Character
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| RL Date: 27 October, 2015 |
| Who: Parli, Swaronth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Swaronth and Parli work on a thing. |
| Where: The Weyramid of Greatness, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
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>---< The Weyramid of Greatness, Fort Weyr(#1625Rs$) >-----------------------<
The ledge leads into a surprisingly spacious space, for all that the
exterior suggests a cramped weyr to match the ledge. Suitable for even a
large gold, there's more than enough room for a dragon to move around in.
It's roughly kidney bean shaped, curved to the right; a dragon wallow
resides in the left "bubble", raw stone left unpolished or softened by
blankets or rushes. Shelves have been roughly hewn into the walls, with
hooks embedded here and there. Dragon care supplies and straps and
leathers and all of the other accoutrements of a dragon and rider can be
found - neatly organized, of course. Directly opposite of the door is an
oddity; a framed and glass-covered image, meticulously hand-drawn on
parchment. The bold letters at the bottom of the image declare it to be
"Swaronth's Pyramid of Greatness". The rest of the text is harder to read.
It is definitely a pyramid and there are definitely sketches of the dragon
in question on either side.
Around the bend, the shelving continues - but the contents take a
dramatic shift. A workshop of sorts has been set up in that area, designed
to handle a combination of crafts - from leather to metal to wood, there's
a little bit of everything here. It's not a grand affair by any means, but
minor feats of metalworking can be achieved. Carpentry and leatherwork
seem to hold the greatest emphasis, gauging by the size of the work table
and the collected tools hanging or placed in their spaces. Thick books
full of plans and designs have been set up in another set of shelves -
wooden shelves built just for that purpose. And then there are the heavy,
wooden trunks with their locks and secrets; bits of chain and leather hung
from convenient hooks. It is a haven of masculinity, with a few
interesting items carved of wood or created of metal or stone that can be
picked out here and there. There is also, of all things, a grill - and
some other bits designed to cook and serve booze. A comfortable chair, a
table, and a well-crafted, wooden chair are arranged around a brazier near
one wall.
And then there's the rider area, which is a little bubble off of that
curve. It's small, sure, but efficiently designed. It has a bed, shelves,
and a closet - without doors, but there are hinges. It's a dark, ill-lit
place in comparison to the rest of the weyr; the clothing is enough to
betray that the rider is a woman - or just prefers women's clothing.
Tapestries and pillows and blankets soften the space considerably. "This is so stupid." « It builds character and muscle. » "It's still stupid." « Put some alcohol in your mouth to block the words from coming out. » That totally works when I can do this. « You know what I mean. » Parli rolled her eyes but couldn't quite muster the energy to heave a long-suffering sigh. She'd been up since the crack of dawn (or, as Swaronth put it: « Enjoy it: this is the one morning this seven that I'll let you sleep in. ») and had been busy ever since. It was a day of taking measurements and placing orders and preparing the work space for the largest project she'd undertaken since the last time she had to build him a door. This time, it would be different. « We need more metalworking equipment. » "Ugh. No. We don't. We've had this discussion a million times already. I don't want to die because of metalworking fumes. If you were happier with that other weyr, the one that was lower down..." « You shut your damned mouth. » Parli threw her hands in the air half-heartedly. "See? So. We're up here. There is no ventilation. You'll just have to suffer with someone else making all the metal things and whatever." Swaronth sulked in a sea of whiskey and sawdust. Parli rolled her eyes again and went back to moving things around. Another sevenday. Maybe two. And then Swaronth would have his damned door. |
Comments
Aleudre (10:28, 27 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
I REQUIRE MORE OF THEM. And I want to sulk in a sea of whiskey and sawdust!
Alida (12:50, 27 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
Hahahahahahaha! More! :D
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