Logs:Makeover
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| RL Date: 6 May, 2013 |
| Who: R'co, Deveriteauxth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: R'co finally gets around to fixing up his weyr. |
| Where: Doom and Gloom Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 9, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Tayte/Mentions |
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| Doom and Gloom Weyr, High Reaches Weyr The murky depths of the cave make it hard to distinguish the well-shaped, roomy interior of the weyr. Spinners' webs festoon the entrance to the room behind the dusty dragon's couch; further back, there's hardly any light at all penetrating from outside. Still, the rider's area is large, though the darkness there is almost tangible. Even glows would probably have a hard time dissipating it; the deep corners are ideal for holding unsavory shadows however well-lit the rest of the weyr becomes. With a day off from drills and no appointments or business meetings to make, R'co is left with one task that he's been putting off ever since he arrived at High Reaches: sorting out his weyr. It was a task that suddenly seemed a whole lot more urgent, now that he had someone - Tayte - to invite up for visits. « Honestly, darling, this is the worst damned place I've ever seen - our weyrling weyr was better than this. » From somewhere up on the Weyr's rim where he could catch the sunlight that didn't shine down on their ledge, Deveriteauxth replied with his icy, clouded green touch, and his raspy, accented voice. « You'll make this one better - you can paint it, no? A bit of white, a bit of pale green, some decorations... » « That's all effort, though, Dev. » The equivalent of a mental shrug was all the reply he got; Deveriteauxth's attention had already wandered to a glowing green. He rolled up his sleeves, picked up the broom, and ventured through into the rider's area to begin sweeping. At least the spinners' webs were long gone: he'd borrowed a flamethrower to get rid of those in the first sevenday after moving in. It took half the day before he emerged, filthy, pushing a huge pile of dirt before him out past the couch and onto the ledge, that already showed signs of where it would gather water in the wetter months to come. Sighing, he then went back in, set up what seemed like hundreds of glow baskets all around the dark interior, and began a second, more thorough scrubbing. Rukbat was gone and the moons in her place by the time he was finished with that. Exhausted, he called on Deveriteauxth, dropped into one of the lower caverns baths to slough off the muck that covered him, and then returned home to curl up, again, in his makeshift cot beside his dragon's couch. It was four more days before he had the chance to do any more. Today's task? Paint. R'co had splashed out and bought some good whitewash that he'd mixed tiny particles of crushed crystal into, knowing it would help reflect the light better. Faranth knew the weyr needed as much of it as it could get. He'd never actually realised how big it was until he'd started sweeping it out, and now that he was painting it seemed even larger- not to mention tedious, with all the pushing around of the ladder so he could paint every inch, from the ceiling down to the floor. But, finally, it was all done, and he turned in for the night, too tired to even bathe. A few days later, and he got around to fixing up glowbaskets at regular intervals along the inner walls, each little sconce with a polished mirror behind it to amplify the light. He fixed up other mirrors that day too, and for once not purely for vanity's sake - but hey, even he knew he'd enjoy the view no matter where he was in the weyr. « And when you have someone over for se-- » « Shut up, Dev! » Though of course, he'd been thinking exactly the same thing. Finally, two sevendays and change after he'd started, there was some hope for the weyr. Freshly painted in white to make it brighter, the glows and mirrored reflected what light was available, and it looked, well, clean. R'co stood in the doorway, leaning with Deveriteauxth behind him, and was proud of what he'd achieved. There were stubborn shadows that he couldn't shift no matter what, but they were fine. He'd deal with them when he had the energy, after he'd put in the furniture he'd kept in stores. Everything he'd had back in Ista was purple, or fit within a purple theme; did he want that for here, or did he want to leave those memories behind? « New Weyr, new weyr, new home, new start. New everything needs new furnishings, don't you think, Dev? » « Too many memories. » Even his dragon still felt it - or was that his own memories, still rubbing off on the brown? « Too many memories, » he agreed. « We'll re-upholster everything, but I want to keep the bed canopy. I like that. » And that was that. Fabric was picked, his furniture arrived from storage looking clean and new in shades of cool green and blue, and with it all inside and in place, R'co was able to look in on his nearly complete weyr. « Finally. Home. » By the light of one of the glowbaskets, he scrawled out a little note, attaching it to his gold Clara's leg and sending her off to deliver it. It read: Tayte, darling, my weyr's finally ready. You and me, tea party, tomorrow afternoon. Bring cake. Love! R'co. x |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 07 May 2013 00:23:37 GMT.
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WOOSH. That is a lot of work! Still, it's something to think about, how every weyr probably needs a little touch from it's new owners. R'co just happens to be extra touchy. ;D Bu-dum-tish!
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