DAY TWO --- FINISHING THE PROJECT
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----- In Port Victoria (PoD) ------
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(08/14/13 14:57:58 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is within the private, high-walled, and guarded villa of Ayelen Cassavetes in the city of Victoria –-
says to ALL: -I lay in my bed, curled among the many pillows, sunk within the thick mattress atop the stone sleeping platform, bathed in the soft rays of Tor-tu-Gor as they spilled through the panoramic windows of my bedchambers; it was truthfully, more like a spatial loft, though a small room off to the side I used to house my two wardrobes. As was the norm for this world we lived on, few furnishings filled the room; the two large wardrobes were set within the side room, but here in the main part of my bedchambers, central was the sleeping platform of stone, topped with a thick mattress bedecked with soft linens and duvet, and lots of pillows; to the far side of the room was a simple dressing table and a laving stand off to one side, privacy afforded by the dividing stand propped to the side.-
-I did not rise earlier in the day as I had intended; I was simply exhausted from all the events that I had been dealing with over the past couple of months, striving to forget all the promises that never met with fruition. I was disappointed, but at the same time, I had built solid walls through which disappointments now simply bounced off. I grew stronger from them.-
-A small table stood beside the bed, the empty bottle of wine rested upon it, and alongside was the goblet that had long been drained. I draped my arm across my face; the stark bright glare of Tor-tu-Gor pained my head and eyes viciously this morning, an effect of partaking of that entire bottle of wine all to myself. I turned slightly, enough to view the small round table which stood in the center of the room, a vase sat upon it, a vase that I had always kept filled with the beauty of gardens. It served as a reminder or things best forgotten, but decisions about my life needed to be made.- "Ugh." It was my word of the day, not wanting to move from my comfortable roost. Considering my status in life, I took full advantage and lounged lazily in my bed, and, at times when my head allowed it because oh by the Priest-Kings it was pounding, looked out the windows, watching the birds flitting by, their chirps heard through the glass, taking in that simple pleasure of leisure. Beyond the plates of glass was another vista that drew my breath at times to a halt, that of the Vosk itself. I had grown up in the Vosk, further upriver in Sulport, but the mighty Vosk was always the mighty Vosk, and the memories that surrounded my life here crashed like the rolling waves upon its tumultous surface.-
(08/14/13 15:07:24 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is within the private, high-walled, and guarded villa of Ayelen Cassavetes in the city of Victoria –-
says to ALL: -I considered my plans for the day; finishing up those two sheaths, so that I could deliver them and collect the coin. I knew nothing wouldn't get done if I didn't get myself out of bed and dressed and prepare myself to meet the day in person. I slid from the refuge of my bed and walked over to the panoramic windows, standing there for a few Ehn while gazing to my garden below. It had been abandoned, as I had been, neglected and left to become merely fractured particules. Perhaps if life took me in such a direction that I returned to the quiet life here in this villa, I would find myself once more within the garden, tending it with care.-
-I had spent time there last night, a fire blazing in the firepit I had restored; I had found my real journal, the one that held things I wouldn't carry with me like in the one that had been left behind in Port Kar. That had been but a very brief recount, while this one held my very soul. Drawings, too, not just my words, faces of the past, some drawn from memory only. I had glanced from page to page, pausing to trail fingers over the outline of a face I had often dreamed about, a face likely I'd never see again.- "What I would give for just a single Ehn..." -After a visit with my past, I had taken out the stylus and ink and had started to write; what I had intended to be put a brief recount, turned into page after page of promises of a sunny beach culminating into a pit of darkness, climaxing in that den of tortures where I had expected my life to end. Why did he save me, if he couldn't stand the sight of me, I still wondered. Life never made much sense to me, and men were yet more confusing. After I had closed the journal, I had felt the draw of the dance to the flames; a reminder that the guards were not far off stopped me from such, but Idid ensure to enjoy that bottle of wine far more than I had intended.-
-Thank the Priest-Kings I had loyal guards.-
(08/14/13 15:15:27 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is within the private, high-walled, and guarded villa of Ayelen Cassavetes in the city of Victoria –-
says to ALL:
-Once more dark panes held at the small plot of my garden, then drifted up to look out to the might Vosk herself. I could remain here forever, poised here in the comfort of my home and simply enjoy the view from the windows, but I felt that twinge of the ol' "responsible" demon sitting on one shoulder. That, and the twinge from mother nature. Once I took care of business, I drifted one last gaze through the panoramic windows to the Vosk; it was a lovely view, and I was glad I was back here, despite the reasons why. I smiled more; this villa was once known as the Sentinel of the Vosk. I wanted to restore it. Or at least preserve that memory of it. Eventually, I progressed to the dressing area, where I scrubbed at the laving stand, and drew on the same drab gray skirts I had been wearing since my return to freedom, as well as a high-necked, long-sleeved blouse of cream. After dressing, I brushed my hair and coiling those long strands of raven into a single plait, leaving to hang against my spine. I wore no veils, for I was but a low-caste woman of a river port; I preferred it that way. I stared at myself in the mirror, leaning close to inspect the discolorations; around my one eye was still angry looking, so I used some powder to attempt to mask the bruising, or at least, make it seem less angry than it was.- "You're not going to a fancy ball, Ayelen." -I murmurred, deciding that I was bothering with something that in truth there was no need to care about, and remarked to myself, "yep... it will do" right before I turned and strode across the floor to the stairwell, and then padded down the stairs to the main landing.-
-I wended my way through the corridor that lead to the kitchen, cognizant of the fact that my guards were outside, keeping a lookout along the high walls that bordered three sides of my villa, others perhaps resting within the guard house. I wasn't sure how they worked their rotations, I just knew they did their job that my father graciously paid for them to do.-
-Within the kitchen, there was a small table with a vase for flowers as well; it was something I enjoyed having in my home, fresh flowers to brighten the place more and give off that fragrance of the outside world. The vase was empty, a further reminder that I needed to get ... out.- "Disappear." -Dark panes flickered in scanning the room; the kitchen was a modern one, with a nice sized oven and a stove beside it; large counters to work upon, and a modern sink which I was happy about as well; no hauling water for me. The ice that my father had delivered over two months ago, kept wrapped in sawdust in the cellar right below, serving to store things that needed a cooler temperature. The ice should be in rather good shape, considering no one had lived here to constantly disturb the temperature of the cellar itself.-
(08/14/13 15:24:37 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is within the private, high-walled, and guarded villa of Ayelen Cassavetes in the city of Victoria –-
says to ALL:
-I wasn't even remotely hungry, but I knew the only way to rid myself of this incredible hangover was to feed it. Except... that my pantry was basically empty. With great reluctance, I resigned myself that I should eat something. There was bread from last night, which I nibbled on; a bit of fruit as well. I had no blackwine here, and it was a commodity I wouldn't dare request of my father.-
-He had given me enough coin to thrive modestly.-
-I decided it was time to get myself up and about. Leaving the kitchen, I strolled into the main room of my house, gazing about with pride; the decor was done in simple tastes, earth-tone hues, it was a place to be comfortable, to feel comfortable, and drink in the pleasures that life had to offer. It was a larger cottage than what I had in Genesian Port, two-storied rather than one, and above the second landing, the reason this place was once called the Vosk Sentinel. But it wasn't really mine any longer, and within these walls lay memories best forgotten.-
-I turned about and strolled through the main room back toward the rear of the small cottage, until I reached that door that would provide egress into the courtyard at the rear of my property. Stepping outside, dark panes squinting to fight off the assault of the bright light of Tor-tu-Gor, I discovered that it indeed was a lovely day out, the air stirring with the chill of a fresh, new day, the promise of Autumn very soon, yet the warmth of the rays of Tor-tu-Gor was a welcomed rejoinder to that bite. I walked over to one of my guards who sat nearby watching and smiled broadly- "Want to go for a walk?" -I didn't want for an answer, for I knew that I would be escorted whether they were up to a walk or not, and therefore turned and walked toward the rear door to my home.-
-I returned up to my bedchambers, and there, retrieved my leather wallet from the security of its hidey hole, so to speak, placing the strap across my chest to rest on my shoulders, I returned downstairs and paused in the small foyer. It was warm enough to not need a cloak, but I wasn't sure how long I would be, so I plucked it from the hook and drew it over my shoulders, using the cowl once more to drift over my head and offer shadows to further hide my face; I then slid my feet into a pair shoes of leather before stepping outside to meet the glare of Lar-Torvis.-
-Dark eyes surveyed my surroundings a moment while adjusting to the brightness, waiting for the men my father had assigned to guard me to join me on my venture through the city.-
(08/14/13 15:29:51 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is somewhere within the city of Victoria --
says to ALL:
... Escorted by four personal guards ...
-Hearing bootsteps along the pathway, I turned to see the face of my captain; it held an amused smile. Behind him, were four other of my men.- "I'm granted your company today, I see..." -I said to my captain and he laughed, stepping back that I could exit and then we would be about our way. I wanted to hug him, truthfully, for he had not once been judgmental, but had served me well. I secured and locked the door of my home behind me, then turned and walked the path from the door to the large gate, moving through its egress and awaited my captain and the other guards who would accompany us. When the gate was secured, I turned and began to follow the cobblestone byways towards the center of town. It was comfortable out, and I gave a nod to one of my neighbors. The villa of Cyranus, also known as the House of Aeselli, was not far, but no longer was Thalia there to visit. Instead of having a chance to visit my dearest friend, I headed along the streets in the direction of the marketplace proper.-
-As I strolled along the narrow street, I walked carefully for the cobblestones were still slick with the dew of the morning. My eyes had somewhat adjusted to the sky bright in offering the rays of Summer, though my head throbbing reminded me of the task I had set about first thing. Still, I took my time, enjoying a leisurely stroll, dark panes surveying the rows of cottages and homes, nestled among each other with flowerbeds and terraces. I passed one a woman of high caste, myself not. I found her rather haughty, in her fine robes and veils, and likely she found me rather crude in my skirts and blouse and no veils common in my home town of Sulport. Personally, I cared not what these other women thought; I followed the beat of my own inner drum. I could never be like the many others; it was one of my many faults.-
(08/14/13 15:34:00 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is somewhere within the city of Victoria --
says to ALL:
... Escorted by four personal guards ...
-Though I had no need to hurry, I still quickened my pace because my head demanded that I find some relief to the pounding. That "good Ayelen" on one shoulder was still wagging her finger at the complete annihilation of that bottle of Cosian wine, but I liked to think of it as an annihilation of Cos itself, so I wagged my finger back.-
-In my head that is. No need for my guards to think I'm daft.-
-In my fugue still, I considered the past few years, when I had first returned to Sulport, some months after that attack on the town by the pirates, and just shortly after the death of Reine. Glancing to my hands, I bore upon them shame, at least I felt it so, despite that someone had once told me that we must do what we must, and at times, what we must do might not be what we consider to be the proper thing, though it is the right thing.-
-How true those words were; I learned them time and again. I had come to hate those words.-
-Jostled from my thoughts by my captain, the concern on his face evident, I smiled and gave a slight shrug. He had witnessed much in my lifetime, for he too was originally of Sulport. My captain nodded, and now it was his turn to briefly slip into thought, but quickly recovered, readying himself at my defense once more.-
-Continuing on the walk, we passed a few others, a conversation or two struck up along the way, passing slaves on their errands or released to their leisure. I laughed softly at a private joke, then simply smiled, inhaling the rich, fresh air of the Vosk, as we turned down one avenue, and then another street, each twist and turn drawing me closer toward the center of town within the circumference of the bazaar itself.-
(08/14/13 15:43:13 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is browsing the wares at various shops, tents, or stalls --
says to ALL:
-Finally, we made that final turn of the street and were entering the bazaar proper where now I could walk by myself without fear of being accosted. As we walked along the rows of stalls and shops, I turned to look at the guards with a warm smile.- "I will meet with you at my uncle's stall when I'm ready to seek my travel." -I said, in dismissal. My captain gave a nod of his head, and turned, following his men in retreat. I watched them depart, and sighed a relief, finally, alone, away from my guardian watchdogs.-
-As I strolled along the various pathways in this maze of Merchant stalls, each separated by colorful canvas, their goods laid upon the ground on a surface of cloth, rep, even silk. Various goods were offered, from goods of leather, to soaps, to slave accourtements, to fruits and vegetables. I smiled to Habouab and his Companion, Fatima, as I approached their booth. I didn't need anything that they sold, at least not today, so instead I made a brief, general conversation.-
-I had the thought to flee my guards and return to the market to deliver the goods I had been hired to make; then I would leave the coin with Tzi, then set off to seek the Mills. I could be a nameless face there, and my outward appearance would not matter.-
"Prepared for all scenarios." -I breathed quietly out loud.-
-As I walked, the rustling of my skirts. Here, unlike Ar, I received no odd glances at my attire, that of the customary skirts and blouse of a low caste woman of a port town along the Vosk; here, was very similar to my upbringing, and I saw many women dressed similar to myself, as well as those of high caste dressed in their resplendant robes and veils. I was quite happy to be of low caste; those veils and robes looked quite uncomfortable. Rather enjoying taking in the sights of this town, I inhaled the rich, fresh air, and smelled the aromas of things cooking, of laundry being hung out, of the Vosk, all joined with the stench of meats long beneath the glare of Tor-tu-Gor, of animal excrement, of vegetables and fruits long wilted by the warmth of the day. At least it was still morning, when the ... aroma ... was much easier to the delicate nose.-
-It was all in all, a comfortable smell, for it was home. No longer did I long for the beaches of the Tamber Gulf, that part of my life over and done, and best left behind in a castle of sand, cast away for the tide to wash away and obliterate it all. No longer did I wonder what became of the residents. None of it mattered anymore.-
-The marketplace itself was quiet, though the Merchants were there at their stalls. The lack of customers were evident on their drab faces, but I would smile and wave to those I knew. Then, I turned down another path where stalls lined the street, as well as storefronts. After some distance, I paused to smile seeing that bright hanging, reading "Leatherworks by Ayelen" while the shop itself also was bright in its paint of dark brown with gold trim along the windows and door; simple shutters hung at each window. Nothing frivolous, just a place I could ply my trade. I resumed my pace and approached the storefront. The shop wasn't meant really to call attention for it wasn't a store, but more a workshop. Less visitors was fine with me, my merchandise was sold via Ignatius and Marsus, and their counterparts. Was being the operative word, for I wasn't truly back in business again, and if I didn't chicken out on my plan, I would have no need of a business.-
CONTINUED DAY TWO
(08/14/13 15:49:58 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is working or conducting business within Leatherworks by Ayelen in the city of Victoria --
says to ALL:
-Negotiating the lock and opening the door finally; within the walls were a blend of earth tones, peach and teal; no curtains, for this wasn't a frou-frou place, no carpeting, but that was for practicality when working with the leather; it was simply easier to clean up. The large worktable was there in the center of the room, once had it's place in my cottage in Genesian Port. Too was my desk for my accounting moments, the trunks filled with leather and other accourtements for my work and finally the display racks to place the finished products.-
-Even if I didn't pursue that plan, I had decided that I was not going to leap back into my work, for it brought to memory something still fresh and raw and hurtful. I tried not to let disappointment rule my world, but sometimes, I couldn't help but sit back and consider them. They served to make me stronger, while at the same time harden both my exterior, but within myself as well. And the Priest-Kings knew I needed the strength.-
-I dismissed it all and opened the windows, allowing the breeze to drift within and air out the room that had sat stale during my time away. With the door propped open as well, I then sat at my worktable, going through the list of things I'd need to purchase should I end up staying and eeking out a drab existence. I definitely needed to take a trip somewhere; I had suggested to Tzi a place in the north where Thalia had been shipped off to. It would be wonderful to see my friend, to curl up together in the privacy of a room and talk about the unfairness of life.-
-Setting the stylus down, my stomach started to rumble as reminder of what was most important this morning. First and foremost ... finishing up those sheaths.-
(08/14/13 15:55:43 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is working or conducting business within Leatherworks by Ayelen in the city of Victoria --
says to ALL:
-I walked over to the drying shelf and checked on the two sheaths I had made. The leather had hardened nicely, and drawn to a taut, smooth finish. I detected no wrinkles and let out a slow exhalation of relief. The chapes had dried well and smoothly, affording that thickness that would keep the tip of the blade safe. I carried them to the worktable to finish the project, setting them there and then made my way to the back room. There, I collected a large bowl that I filled with water, setting it because the small table located next to the worktable. I returned to the rear room, and from the shelves collected in a basket, filling it with a few sponges of varying sizes, and a dauber made of the wool of the Hurt. Also from one of the large chests, I withdrew some strips of leather, that served a variety of purposes in my creations; some I would finish up as actual belts, and others to utlize as straps for the leather wallets I was famous for. They were a perfect size to work well as belts for the sheaths, too.-
-When I returned to the main room, I paused at the shelves to remove the jars of dye, four (4) colors just to have some play to be able to match the belts, and a couple of jars of paste wax, placing them in the basket as well, and then headed for the large worktable. Each item, I removed from the basket arranging them in a somewhat order of how I would need to access them, save for the belts; these I left in the basket. I set the basket down upon the floor beside the table and ... twisted my lips in thought.-
(08/14/13 16:00:36 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is working or conducting business within Leatherworks by Ayelen in the city of Victoria --
says to ALL:
-Taking the first sheath, I then dipped the largest sponge in the bowl of water, and dabbed at the leather to resoften it just slightly. Then, setting the sponge in the bowl, and reached for the grease pen, marking the leather lightly where I would make the cuts, measuring with my eye and doing my best to ensure that the five slits that were made were evenly spaced them so that the slits and the spaces between them were equal, creating a nice balance to the sheath. Then, taking up a small leather knife, I began to carefully make the slits for the belt, cutting into the sheath near the top the two sets of slits for the weaving of the belt, taking my time and being careful not to let the knife slip or cut too much; I then made a single slit for the "cross" and then cut four more slits further down for the ends of the belts.-
-Now, while the leather is still a bit wet where I had made the slits, I reached down to lift the basket and selected a set of the straps, or belts, setting the basket back down. Taking one of the leather straps, I carefully began to feed it through the slits, sometimes finding a difficult spots, so I used a small flat tool to help pry up the slit enough, forming a raised pathway, using the tool rather delicately so not to tear the leather; with the leather still wet enough, this shape stays long enough that I'm able to feed the leather through. I tested my work by ensuring that the slit was snug enough around the strap and not too loose. The threading took quite some time, but I wasn't in any specific rush; I had told him one Hand, and already I was ahead of schedule.-
(08/14/13 16:08:58 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is working or conducting business within Leatherworks by Ayelen in the city of Victoria --
says to ALL:
-When I finished with the first sheath, already the leather was nearly re-dried; then again, I hadn't soaked it, but simply wetted it enough to make certain areas supple. I set it down and exercised my hands; the joints hurt a bit and cramping had started to make a claim. I was growing thirsty, but I wanted to get the second sheath laced with the straps first, and after a few Ehn more of flexing fingers, I reached for the second sheath, laying it in front of me, and lifted the basket to take out the remaining straps to use. Then as with the first sheath, I used the water-filled sponge to dab the leather and wet it enough only in those areas I would need to make the slits, following each subsequent step as I had before. This one was slightly smaller in side, so the navigation of the slits and then the subsequent threading took longer than it had with the larger sheath.-
-By the time I was done, I was perspiring heavily. I moved the second sheath to rest it beside the first, and while the leather dried, I lifted from the bench to seek a bit of sustenance. I paused long enough to grab the bowl of water and the sponge within, to carry to the sinks in the rear room. After emptying the bowl and squeezing out the sponge, I washed my hands and dried them, and then considered what there was I could drink.-
-Water.-
-I found a clean enough cup and filled it with water, drinking it like it was the finest of wines, and kept on drinking it until I felt my stomach rounding. I frowned then, lowering the empty cup into the sink and rinsing it out, settig aside to dry.-
-I had to take care a bit of a nature's business.-
-I returned to my worktable after spending about another thirty or so Ehn doing some general inventorying and cleaning; I was a clean-freak, especially in my work area and I smote the motes with valiant effort and victory. I had also refilled the bowl with fresh water, and rinsed out the sponge, returning to the main room to set it back on the worktable.-
-I rubbed my fingers gently over the cheekbone that had been cracked by his fist, up and over to rub along the ridge of my eyes, still discolored. My face, however, looked far better than the rest of my body, where the men had savagely beaten me with the sticks. My backside had fared the best, I supposed. Then again, I couldn't see it to give opinion. I rolled my neck, exhaling softly, and returned to my work.-
(08/14/13 16:14:54 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is working or conducting business within Leatherworks by Ayelen in the city of Victoria --
says to ALL:
-Now, I opened a jar of dye, one which was just a hue darker than the already-dyed leather straps, drawing the first sheath toward me and set it on a small stand that held the sheath above the surface of the table. This would allow me to work around the sheath, and provide for an even coating and drying period. Then I took one of the clean sponges and used the sponge to soak up the dye, then began the task of smoothing the sponge over the leather of the sheath itself, lifting the straps along the way as I did, adding to the appearance of the leather a richer hue than had initially been there. Once I had coated the sheath on one side, I turned the sheath so that the dyed side was upside down still keeping the sheath on the rack, so that I could finish dying the other side. I liked the color, and would add a few strokes here and there to ensure an even hue on the entire leather piece.-
-I closed up the jar of dye and grabbed a cloth to wipe my hands well, then walked to the rear room to scrub my hands well before working on the second sheath. Then I returned to my worktable and proceeded to work on the second sheath much like I had with the first, setting it on a similar stand to hold it above the surface of the table. I used a dye with a slightly different hue, and rather than use a sponge, instead I brushed the stain on with the Hurt wool dauber. As with the first, once I had completed the first side, I turned the sheath over to work on the other side.-
-While the sheaths dried, I gathered up the dye and closed up the jars, but I didn't put them away in case I needed any touch ups. I gathered up the used sponges and tossed them in the basket to dispose of later, then once again cleaned up the work table. As the sheaths dried, I would inspect the dye for signs of any places missed, or drying in uneven tones, and once I was satisfied, I collected the jars of dye and put them back on the shelf, lined with other such jars.-
(08/14/13 16:20:14 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is working or conducting business within Leatherworks by Ayelen in the city of Victoria --
says to ALL:
-The first sheath basically dry, I took the smallest sponge, still clean and soaked it water, then squeezed out as much as I could so that it would be damp, but not overly wet. I smoothed this over the grains of the leather, giving it a sort of antique, or used, look. After rinsing the sponge several times in the bowl of water, squeezing it out one more time, I repeated this with the second sheath as well. The effects were similar yet distinctly different at the same time.-
-I allowed the sheaths to further dry, while I put away everything I no longer needed, tossing the used sponges in a bowl and filling the bowl with water and an agent that would break down the dye so that I could use the sponges again. I was not one to waste things if I could conserve, only because I suppose that to restock myself with such materials would prove costly in the end.-
-I returned to the worktable and dipped the last sponge into the jar of paste wax; I smoothed the wax in a thin layer over each of the finished sheaths, then set the sponge aside to return to the tasks of putting things away, or general clean up. When this layer had dried, I smoothed on a second thin layer; this time, while waiting for this to dry, I curled up in the rear room on a thick, soft fur to relax, taking my materials list and stylus with me. I ended setting those things aside and closing my eyes, a knot growing in the pit of my stomach that I was doing my best to ignore.-
(08/14/13 16:26:08 )
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.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is working or conducting business within Leatherworks by Ayelen in the city of Victoria --
says to ALL:
-When my eyes opened again, I noticed a defined shadow that crossed the room, the light now waning outside as my eyes drifted to the opened window. I had drifted to sleep with my workshop door wide open!- "Ayelen! You dork!" -I said with a grunt, lifting quickly to my feet and .......... found myself a bit dizzied. No doubt not eating well was probably a big factor, but too, my injured knee shouted in protest, a shout unheard, but rather felt. Because of this I kind of hopped and shuffled from the rear room to the main room, and once I realized nothing was amiss, and no one lurked in any of the shadowy corners, I exhaled a relieved breath.-
-I would have laughed if the situation were funny. Instead, recalling the darkening sky, I returned to my work table and applied the final coat of paste wax. While that dried, I put away the jar of paste wax and tossed the sponge in with the other soiled ones, then scrubbed myself up. Well, my hands at least. This would be another night of submerging in the bathing pool at my villa and soaking my aches away. With another bottle of Cosian white wine as companion. At least I wouldn't have to worry about it balking at the way I looked. I smirked at that thought, and exhaled, continuing my work.-
-Once I had everything put away, I took a thick clean cloth in my hand and returned to the work table. Drawing one of the sheaths to me, lifted from the stand I had it resting on, I used the cloth to buff away the excess coating and bring the sheath to a shine. Fingers tested the stitching, making sure they were all sealed and in tact. I did this with the second sheath as well and once I finished I was ...... exhausted.-
(08/14/13 16:32:44 )
.... Ayelen Cassavetes ....
« ...of Sulport... »
Caste of Leatherworkers
-- Is working or conducting business within Leatherworks by Ayelen in the city of Victoria --
says to ALL:
-Rather than leave my work here, I placed the sheaths in separate cloth bags, then these bags into a single cloth bag; I hung this on a hook by my leather wallet and then finished tidying up the workshop, giving a quick sweep with a broom. I gazed around the shop; I was done here. After securing all of the windows, using the wooden doors to seals the windows outside from the onslaught of thievery and natural elements, I returned within the shop and fetched my own leather wallet, drawing it over that the strap crossed in front of me, and then departed the shop, drawing the door closed firmly, securing the lock. I wasn't quite sure I would set out on my travels come the morrow, but I would at least ensure that I was prepared.-
-I strode off then to seek my guards that they join me in my trek to my villa.-
