Caelum

The fae's wings buzzed nervously at her back.

She'd looked over the land for a while, from one place to another. One plot to another in an attempt to find the absolutely perfect place to get to where she wanted to raise a home. But she kept coming back to this stretch along the edge of Vitreus Lake. The soil was healthy and rich from deposits left on the lakefront by water's movement. The water and debris seemed to enrich the soil, making it the perfect growing medium for any of the plants she had brought back from her homeland. It had truly been ideal for the expansive garden and herb complex she wanted to create for making medicines and poultices. A set of bags - everything the fey steed owned was dropped on the ground, before she allowed herself to stretch out her limbs, rolling her shoulders and fluttering her wings. As she landed lightly on her hooves, she slowly looked around one last time before she began to walk a fairly large square half a dozen feet away from the water's edge. Her hooves were scraped along briefly, creating a rough diagram for her to follow later.

A floor plan was slowly coming together.

It would be a large home, but she wanted to be able to work out of it too, and so she took that into consideration. The main part of her home would serve as a dining, and greet space. She walked an etched side that would serve as a treatment room and a hallway that connected it to the main greeting space. On the other side of the hallway, she etched a room that had two areas marked off as further doorways - the first room being an office space. Off one side was the etched diagram of a second room that would serve as an area for work out of to create poultice and medicines that could be stored away. The other marked-off area was carefully etched into her own living space, where she could sleep and have her own piece. Once the areas were marked out, she rewalked the areas, this time however she stopped every few paces to dig a small hole into the ground where a post would go, these posts allowing her home to be raised up so that if the lake flooded, her home would remain standing, with water going under it rather than around and through it. Once this was done, the little fae took a deep breath before digging through her bags for what she was hoping for - a sharp ax she'd bought earlier that day.

And so she began to look for steady logs she could cut down into proper posts.

Telekinesis came into hand here, allowing her to move the logs quickly, and handle the ax to chisel sharp edges before telekinetically driving each post into the ground, before smaller logs were bound to the top of the posts by twine, shaping the outlines of each room more notably, before following these steps up by creating a small step out of her future home at the back of the hallway, that would later be developed into a proper set of stairs that would go down into the back gardens. In the front, she added a small porch that would allow anyone who came to her home to come up and stand under what will later be a covering on the front porch until they could be let in. Ultimately her home would have a large room for entertaining, and four smaller rooms - one for treatment and patients to stay, her office space, her work space, and a private room for her. Big enough to work and experiment out of it, as well as entertaining when others might come over for a spot of tea and a snack.

Her smile was warm, the vision in her mind starting to come to life.

And so she got to work on the next step, creating a patchwork base for the floors of her home that she would then be able to bind twigs to. The patchwork was created by a lattice of the same thin logs that she'd used to outline each room, roughly half a foot in length for each open square. Once that base was in place, the mare went back out to gather all the twigs, and branches she could find, before beginning to bind them to place on her floor, keeping it fairly tidy, but not needing it perfect as it would just be the base of the floor she'd create by using a clay and water mixture that would later bake in the hot sun of the spring day, a plan for her to spend her day tomorrow if she didn't finish the base of the floor done by tonight. With the floor of the main room done, Caelum fluttered back to her bags, before digging out her lunch, laying down in the warm sand and setting up a tea pot over a small fire she started, and pulling out a small jar of honey, a small loaf of bread, and a covered bowl of fruits. When the kettle began to whistle, she added some herbs to steep, as she nibbled on honey drizzled slices of bread between bites of apples and berries, wondering how long it would actually take for her to properly finish her home in the full glory she hoped to achieve. However long it took, she couldn't deny a small thrill of excitement to finally have a place of her own.

A place of her own, in Denocte, in Novus.

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Notes: Time for Caelum to build her house. ANYONE welcome, the more the merrier, help this baby cakes get a house put together <3

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Caelum

As the fae sipped the tea, she stared at the outline of a floor plan.

Her home was looking well, but there was a lingering feeling of uncertainty that came with setting up a medical office. More in the fact the mare preferred to be a supplier than a provider, was this really the right idea. It was a slow thought that soon saw her changing course, and as she stood up, she began to work, her telekinesis being used to make the process faster. A second room soon developed, attached to the larger greeting/main room, but this one was raised up a little more, like a platform. It extended out and over the water, where stakes where pounded first into the shore line and then further out into the shallows. Her front porch as repurchased, extending out along that side of the building before a large porch extended further out from the building itself, the sound of gentle waves from the lake scuffing the support pillars beneath what would become an outside dining area.

She didn't want to heal with patients, but there was a passion for something else.

The mare took to the air, twine and are flying around with other logs, as she chopped ends to let them create an interlocking frame work for the walls, twining the interlocking areas together tightly so they wouldn't move too much for her next step. With each wall frame done, she included areas for windows and doors, even if it was just negative space. Once that was done, she went back to the floors,

She began to combine clay and wate, a paste forming that she would spread carefully over the floors of the hallway, office room, and three fourths of the first large main room. The process to spread it out went quickly, as her telekinesis worked a few areas at once. Faster than she had thought at least. It was roughly the end of mid day, early evening as she set forth timber she had purchased earlier for the flooring of her room and the room for guests. This timber however was about to be used elsewhere, carefully laying it on the outside dining area, chaulking the pieces with left over clay, the front and back porch, second large front room and the remaining one-fourth of the original room was done shortly after she would have stopped for dinner.

But she had one more thing she wanted to do.

The framework logs were used once more, crafting two large bars, one near the door, stretching towards the back of the first main room, and the other bar a a half of the way from the back wall, that turned and followed the junction of the two main rooms, a bar that would separate the back of the house of her future tea shop from the front dining half.

She could already picture it.

Serving both delicious teas, as well as herbal remedies. Serving up some sweets and pastries for meal times. A small section for selling tea mixes to take home. Along with poultices and herbal bags for any ailment. Yes, this is the right build for her. As she stood in the sand, having already started up her cooking fire and a tea kettle again, the mare smiled at the progress she'd made. A shell of a home perhaps, but then floor was finished, drying nicely, and she could see it already in its full glory.

She couldn't wait to see it finished!

She turned to hear her kettle whistle, and finished preparing her tea and pulling out her lunch left overs for dinner. She had already decided to stay the night on site, so she could have an early start in the morning to keep working. As she relaxed in the sand, the sun not yet starting to sink, she was silently making a list of what to do tomorrow: finish the walls, create built in shelving units in her work space, storage area, and set up the front and back of the house.

Perhaps she needed to find a carpenter's help for that.

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Notes: Time for Caelum to build her house. ANYONE welcome, the more the merrier, help this baby cakes get a house put together <3

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Caelum

The little mare snacked quietly.

The bread was a little stale, but not terrible, and the meal was filling enough to have her ready to try to get just a little more work done before the sun would start to set. Perhaps even enough work to start being able to develop some walls? She stared at the house, finishing her tea, before setting her cup down next to the fire, gently placing another log to keep it going. She fluttered around her building, wondering the best way to build the walls up more solidly. She needed this place to last after all. She paused, before she glanced to the forest, the teaming of life she could feel, even now . . . a teaming of life. She looked on, before she slowly breathed and allowed that life to surge to the forefront of her thoughts, her mind.

It was the first time she tried to touch what might be her magic.

It came flooding all at once, almost sending the fae crashing to the ground before she collect herself. She'd ignored it for a while, she should have known better. But there had been more important things to do, things to plan, things to see. She'd spoken with Lu about this shop, squealed at the idea of Lu having someone to love, so much more excitement, that she hadn't let herself really see what this was. Now it seemed to sing to her, the fae feeling an incomplete whoosh of magic, not just from the way that her level was still so low, but like there was something else not unlocked, not . . . complete. A second magic meant to work in tangent.

She tried not to think of that.

She took a soft sigh, and she let the magic go, and as she did so, vines began to weave up. The power as hard, the vines wiggling in the air, as she tried to figure out how to control them. She kept working, however, pushing herself forward, weaving them through the framework of the room that would be her bedroom, rather screw this up in her personal space than part of the main rooms of her shop. the vines continued to weave together, wrapping around the supports, eagerly climbing up until the the sides of her room where fully encased with only minor gaps. She sighed quietly before giving the plants a silent thank you, and then cleaned up the edges with the axe, ensuring that the room would stay together.

She then gathered some more clay.

Mixing it up into a muddy compound, she began to fill in the gaps in the vine walls, carefully ensuring that any holes would be secured. She also made sure to line the windows of her room, flattening out those edges to the best of her ability. She was breathing heavily, but wanted to stretch her magic once more, and knew just what to do. Forcing that magic back, the vines returned, more sluggish, but criss-crossing over the roof of her room, creating a patch work that she would be able to cover with a proper roof later. She tied each set of vines together at where they crossed, before once more tidying up the edges, chopping the vines free from the original growths, healing the areas she'd cut on the living plant.

She landed roughly in the sand. Drained.

Magic was hard, and while it made the passing off the room easier, she didn't think she'd be able to do it again for another few days, but the aesthetic of the vines for walls did add a certain bit of fae charm. She could take to the rest of the storage rooms, and the inside of her home with actual wood, making panel walls herself on days her magic was too exhausted to work, then she might be able to repeat the look for the outer walls of her main teashop! Caelum walked drowsily to her campfire before flopping in the sand in an exhausted mess, her mane and tail splayed out over the sand like a sheet of snow. Sighing, her eyes closed.

Maybe a nap was in order.

She could finish some more in the morning.

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Notes: A bit more of the house is now done! Of course, anyone can still reply!

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