Caelum
every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away
'til there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday
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.
"Speech"
Thoughts
Open to Anyone
Notes: A bit more of the house is now done! Of course, anyone can still reply!
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.
"Speech"
Thoughts
Open to Anyone
Notes: A bit more of the house is now done! Of course, anyone can still reply!
blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away
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