works of art to see the soul [greenhouse crafting]

[OPEN] works of art to see the soul [greenhouse crafting]

Lena the Songbird Posts: 663

Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE

Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire Heather

07-25-2016, 05:30 PM

Lena continued to marvel at the creation, at the corporeal, tangible existence of something that was once nothing more than an idea, a thought, in their heads. Now it was glass, real, grown from mist and chill, blossomed from allies and armistices, and she tilted her head from side to side in ample inspection, with a broadening, widening grin so avid, so ardent, so keen to see the end results. Her heart beat with a jubilant note (at the sentiments of how many they’d be able to help when it was complete and full of precious, mending herbs) and her mind was filled with a radiant curiosity (the hows, mostly; what sort of magic reflected all these incandescent beams – was it given and granted from Gods, like her time wielding prowess, or something else altogether?). The distractions were immense and intense, amusing, diverting, whimsical, and delightful, and only at Imogen’s urging, a slight prod to the mind, a wrinkle of tails brushing against her legs, brought her back to the present, to words folding over, to directions and guidance needed.

How would you like the roof to be? Truly, the Songbird didn’t know the first thing about roofs, merely that they provided cover, like the caverns rocky overhang, the long, lengthy canopies from boughs, or the tent’s gentle fabric. What would be appropriate for their wares, their plants, their flowers? Something where the rain would trickle down, where the sun could still dry and allow them to bloom – but she was saved soon after by the Glazier, prompting a response immediately, grateful for the other mare’s experience. “What a marvelous idea!” Then she followed her in, nodding again at the Lord and medic holding up the glass stands, waiting for everything to be segmented, closed off, tightened, and finished. Her eyes roamed over the walls, the sky, the beginnings of bliss and harmony, where a roof would curve and elongate past the partitions, guarding the sacred objects nestled inside. She confirmed her affirmations with a nod, with mellifluous grandeur. “Yes, let’s do it that way.”

Lena the Songbird

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