01-04-2010, 05:02 PM
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http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad34 ... s/truc.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:187px; background-position:top center; background-color:#F8BB4D; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#AB360D; line-height:15px;padding-bottom:10px;">Yus, Anselm's trying to recruit Cassius' help, too. :o
@&#&$For a creature that thrived on routine, he could still become bored of them rather quickly. Some things were unavoidable--there were only so many exercises one could do, only so many decent sparring partners one could find. Anselm had acquired a wealth of knowledge of the years, but more often than not he'd study up until his comprehension was "adequate" and move on to something else. That was why he could identify basic processes involved in the weather and navigation, but he didn't know the name of every damn cloud under the sun or all of the constellations. This project was a multifaceted one more likely to hold his attention for longer. He'd need the right tools for construction; he'd need to use them properly if the greenhouse was to sustain the rough Canadian blizzards or windy summer storms. Following structural assembly, he could dive into working with the plants themselves. He would be learning much along the way and he was honestly flattered that Gabriel took as much of an interest in the project as he did, evinced by a few quick wags of his tail.
@&#&$And so with a nod it was settled. "Sure. I'll make a dedicated trip down to Halifax for these supplies when I have time," he said. They would be awkward to carry all at once and quite possibly tiresome in their bulk. It would be a trip made easier with decent snow cover, oddly enough, though having to travel through the forest might make transport by sleigh impossible. Nonetheless, he wouldn't want to do it at the same time he had anything else to do--at the moment there was no pressing urgency anyway. He'd probably gather them up within his next three trips to the city. If he had assistance, he didn't think construction would take longer than a fortnight, allowing some time for hiccups whereby he'd have to travel back to Halifax to pick up some odds and ends he'd overlooked the first time. Right now, he knew he'd need a lot of the plastic sheeting, pipes, and timbre. He'd need screws, nails, hammers, screwdrivers, and the old hand drill he'd found in one of the nearby farmhouses. It was mostly the stove's exhaust he was unsure about.
@&#&$Nonetheless, it would all come together in due time. Anselm began to pack his things back into the bag, placing them in neatly such that they all fit. With the seeds he was extra gentle. "Anyway, man, keep in touch!" he offered, not having anything further to comment or discuss. They would always find each other when they needed to. With a dip of his head and nothing more he was off.
mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo +449
@&#&$And so with a nod it was settled. "Sure. I'll make a dedicated trip down to Halifax for these supplies when I have time," he said. They would be awkward to carry all at once and quite possibly tiresome in their bulk. It would be a trip made easier with decent snow cover, oddly enough, though having to travel through the forest might make transport by sleigh impossible. Nonetheless, he wouldn't want to do it at the same time he had anything else to do--at the moment there was no pressing urgency anyway. He'd probably gather them up within his next three trips to the city. If he had assistance, he didn't think construction would take longer than a fortnight, allowing some time for hiccups whereby he'd have to travel back to Halifax to pick up some odds and ends he'd overlooked the first time. Right now, he knew he'd need a lot of the plastic sheeting, pipes, and timbre. He'd need screws, nails, hammers, screwdrivers, and the old hand drill he'd found in one of the nearby farmhouses. It was mostly the stove's exhaust he was unsure about.
@&#&$Nonetheless, it would all come together in due time. Anselm began to pack his things back into the bag, placing them in neatly such that they all fit. With the seeds he was extra gentle. "Anyway, man, keep in touch!" he offered, not having anything further to comment or discuss. They would always find each other when they needed to. With a dip of his head and nothing more he was off.
mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo +449