07-22-2010, 09:32 AM
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It had been a long day. It hadn't been a bad day, just extensive. The soft rays of the dying twilight sun peeked through the windows of the old victorian as Bris gently eased closed the front door. It never ceased to amaze her just how much of the human-made houses still worked properly even after so long. Hinges may be stiff and noisy more often than not, but a lot of the doors and windows were still on them. Most latches and locks and things had fallen into disrepair around Wolfville, but the house Conor had chosen as his own was in remarkable shape. Most of the rooms still had beds, or at least mattresses if the bedframes had failed, and the white woman had to admit that sleeping on her fluffy queen-sized mattress on the floor of her room was far more comfortable than the floor of her brother-in-law's treehouse had been.
Bris smiled tiredly as she thought of that mattress now. Her body felt stiff from rummaging around the various jewelry shops and houses for valuable trinkets for her hobby, and she stretched her languid form to work out the kinks. Yawning sleepily, she decided to pop into the common den area of the first floor and see what sorts of books there were lying around. She'd just finished the one she'd been working on recently, a highly confusing and extensively long work by one Stephen King called "The Stand." It wasn't bad, but it had taken Bris a little longer to get through than most of her other recent reads, and she'd come to the conclusion that it was something about the man's writing style that just didn't seem to flow freely in her mind.
As she entered the room, she could hear the high-pitched voices of her brother's children in the much larger common room, and she smiled softly. Carefully, the woman made her way around the various pieces of decaying furnature littered around the floor and took the thick book she'd read from her satchel. It took her a few moments to find the place she'd taken it from on the shelves, and once she had, she set about to the task of finding her next source of written entertainment.
Table by Vero!
It had been a long day. It hadn't been a bad day, just extensive. The soft rays of the dying twilight sun peeked through the windows of the old victorian as Bris gently eased closed the front door. It never ceased to amaze her just how much of the human-made houses still worked properly even after so long. Hinges may be stiff and noisy more often than not, but a lot of the doors and windows were still on them. Most latches and locks and things had fallen into disrepair around Wolfville, but the house Conor had chosen as his own was in remarkable shape. Most of the rooms still had beds, or at least mattresses if the bedframes had failed, and the white woman had to admit that sleeping on her fluffy queen-sized mattress on the floor of her room was far more comfortable than the floor of her brother-in-law's treehouse had been.
Bris smiled tiredly as she thought of that mattress now. Her body felt stiff from rummaging around the various jewelry shops and houses for valuable trinkets for her hobby, and she stretched her languid form to work out the kinks. Yawning sleepily, she decided to pop into the common den area of the first floor and see what sorts of books there were lying around. She'd just finished the one she'd been working on recently, a highly confusing and extensively long work by one Stephen King called "The Stand." It wasn't bad, but it had taken Bris a little longer to get through than most of her other recent reads, and she'd come to the conclusion that it was something about the man's writing style that just didn't seem to flow freely in her mind.
As she entered the room, she could hear the high-pitched voices of her brother's children in the much larger common room, and she smiled softly. Carefully, the woman made her way around the various pieces of decaying furnature littered around the floor and took the thick book she'd read from her satchel. It took her a few moments to find the place she'd taken it from on the shelves, and once she had, she set about to the task of finding her next source of written entertainment.
Table by Vero!