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 "Honest..." Cait intones evenly, not a hint of humor or lightness in her expression. "I just get...wrapped up in anger, sometimes." A small shake of her head, and the woman gives N'thei a small smile. "You're welcome. I'll have Kintryth bespeak Wyaeth when it's very close to done...within this sevenday." As promised. "Take care, weyrleader." Her own farewell is much less formal than usual, too. Seems someone's relaxed.
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 Cait and Kint's Mineral Manor Weyr(#9372RAJs$)
- Deeper within the tunnel, beyond the pair of gaily decorated, curtain-like hangings - one thick, one diaphanous - the vault-ceilinged main room is occupied by the many things its human owner has accrued over the Turns. Various small rocks and boulders, from 10 pounds up to 50+ line the whitewashed walls in stately arrangements, the largest settled carefully upon the floor, while the smaller ones occupy broad, wooden shelves bored into the rock. Each chunk of rock is eye-catching in its own way, and all are different - each being a representative of its own mineral or gemstone species - from aaragonite to zeolite, and many in between. Nearly every available wall space is lined with shallow to moderately-deep wooden shelving - home to many scrolls, rolled hides, knicknacks, and smaller mineral and gemstone specimens. Everything has a proper place and arrangement, but nothing is boring or static, given the artistic flair of whoever decorated this weyr.
+This grand space might comfortably house a large bronze within its impressive expanse, but seems to be home for a much smaller beast instead. The outer ledge of this weyr is broad and deep, capable of holding multiple dragons in comfort. Somewhat farther inside and down a short tunnel is the semi-circle of a simple dragon couch, lined with a wool-plumped 'bed' for comfort, and scented by the omnipresent, soft musk of its resident, along with hints of vanilla and cinnamon.
- The lone wall which has only a few, small shelves upon it is home to the back of a rather large bed, covered by dark blue sheets and cased pillows, and a pair of thick and thin deep green blankets. At the foot of the bed is a large, lockable press; to the right of the bed is a small nightstand peppered with various toiletries, and near the center of the room, a pile of oversized, overstuffed cushion pillows litter the floor - their colors a merry riot of rainbow hues. Various thick rugs of differing sizes, in deep colors of royal blue, mossy green, and dusky grey, are placed strategically across the stony ground. A few lengths from the floor cushions is a small dining table, half of which is scattered with different reading materials, and what appears to be partially completed jewelry projects. Opposite the table on the other wall,is a raised chunk of granite which holds a large pitcher, ceramic basin, and various cleaning implements, along with a clean stack of platters, cups, and utensils. Also set into the same wall is the grey-colored, curtained-off opening into another chamber, and - farthest from the living area - the dark-blue, heavily curtained opening to what is likely a shallow, small toiletry space.
+Deeper within the tunnel, beyond the pair of gaily decorated, curtain-like hangings - one thick, one diaphanous - the vault-ceilinged main room is occupied by the many things its human owner has accrued over the Turns. Various small rocks and boulders, from 10 pounds up to 50+ line the whitewashed walls in stately arrangements, the largest settled carefully upon the floor, while the smaller ones occupy broad, wooden shelves bored into the rock. Each chunk of rock is eye-catching in its own way, and all are different - each being a representative of its own mineral or gemstone species - from aaragonite to zeolite, and many in between. Nearly every available wall space is lined with shallow to moderately-deep wooden shelving - home to many scrolls, rolled hides, knicknacks, and smaller mineral and gemstone specimens. Everything has a proper place and arrangement, but nothing is boring or static, given the artistic flair of whoever decorated this weyr.
- All-in-all, the effect of the main room is one of a careful balance between organized clutter and relaxing spaces - a union of opposites, much as its owner is.
+The lone wall which has only a few, small shelves upon it is home to the back of a rather large bed, covered by dark blue sheets and cased pillows, and a pair of thick and thin deep green blankets. At the foot of the bed is a large, lockable press; to the right of the bed is a small nightstand peppered with various toiletries, and near the center of the room, a pile of oversized, overstuffed cushion pillows litter the floor - their colors a merry riot of rainbow hues. Various thick rugs of differing sizes, in deep colors of royal blue, mossy green, and dusky grey, are placed strategically across the stony ground. A few lengths from the floor cushions is a small dining table, half of which is scattered with different reading materials, and what appears to be partially completed jewelry projects. Opposite the table on the other wall,is a raised chunk of granite which holds a large pitcher, ceramic basin, and various cleaning implements, along with a clean stack of platters, cups, and utensils. Also set into the same wall is the grey-colored, curtained-off opening into another chamber, and - farthest from the living area - the dark-blue, heavily curtained opening to what is likely a shallow, small toiletry space.
- Glorious sunset floods the weyr with orange-tinged sunlight, creating a spectacular play of light and color within. Cunningly placed minerals shoot glints and gleams all around, and a few faceted glass ornaments scatter the sunlight into multi-hued prismatic sprays upon walls, ceiling, floor.
+All-in-all, the effect of the main room is one of a careful balance between organized clutter and relaxing spaces - a union of opposites, much as its owner is.
 Dragon> Wyaeth senses that Kintryth sighs softly, those mists swirling, eddying in random patterns. << Yes...obviously you are. >> As modest and mild as always. A sudden shift in his returning rains, their scent that of klah and whiskey. << If she hollers, it's all your fault. >>