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Strel and Mati had set up an agreement to paint the room when the light was good. But the clouds and snow made it difficult to find a good day. To do any kind of project that required the proper light was difficult in this world without electric light. Humans could flip a switch and the light would be uniform for hours at a time. The pair of them would have to wait for the winter weather to be forgiving. Somehow, the redhead had thought the day would never come. The redhead knew that he would have to wait for it to come around, as it naturally would, but all that while he had been so incredibly impatient. He had taken a charcoal crayon of sorts and marked and remarked where he thought the mural would go. He would bring in some snow in a bucket and used the melted water to scrub off the light smudges of black only to create more in a few moments. Yet, lo and behold, the morning dawned surprisingly bright and clear, clouds still dotting the skies in random patterns. No doubt they would thicken again later in the day to a more consistent mass of vapor.
Now on that day, which had woken the redhead with the sunshine from the window, Strel had gotten up to begin to prep the room. First of all, he made sure the smudges were all gone and that the water did not stain the walls or damage them. Then he proceeded to drag out the pile that served as a bed to another room, his studio on the main floor, folding the large pieces cloth into manageable stacks. While he had been at it, the man gave the ones that needed a washing a good bath, though he did not bother to use soap. He planned on using soap when it was warmer perhaps, if he even chose to use it. Strel did not really want to find a way to dispose of water filled with soap chemicals without polluting the water sources. He figured there could be a way to simple let the water evaporate and see what happens. But that was not something to do in the winter, where water could stay a frozen block in a bucket.
His name echoed through the hall, and the redhead popped his head out of the door frame to the sewing material filled studio. "Mati? he called back, walking down the hall to the lobby. Clearly, the Church woman had gone down the opposite hallway, going in the wrong direction. Strel twitched his ears in the direction of the receding footsteps. Then he caught a glimpse of the Crimson Dreams female. "Mati! There you are." The redhead jogged the last few meters, taking the bucket from Mati's hands. They were on Cours lands again, and gentlemanly manners were a must, at least in his mind. "You were going the wrong way, missy," he said with a laugh. "My room is in the other direction, closer to the end over there." He turned around, set on leading the woman to the correct room. Strelein wanted to get started as soon as possible, so that they could try to have less to do tomorrow or the next time if things took too long and the light had passed.
Strel and Mati had set up an agreement to paint the room when the light was good. But the clouds and snow made it difficult to find a good day. To do any kind of project that required the proper light was difficult in this world without electric light. Humans could flip a switch and the light would be uniform for hours at a time. The pair of them would have to wait for the winter weather to be forgiving. Somehow, the redhead had thought the day would never come. The redhead knew that he would have to wait for it to come around, as it naturally would, but all that while he had been so incredibly impatient. He had taken a charcoal crayon of sorts and marked and remarked where he thought the mural would go. He would bring in some snow in a bucket and used the melted water to scrub off the light smudges of black only to create more in a few moments. Yet, lo and behold, the morning dawned surprisingly bright and clear, clouds still dotting the skies in random patterns. No doubt they would thicken again later in the day to a more consistent mass of vapor.
Now on that day, which had woken the redhead with the sunshine from the window, Strel had gotten up to begin to prep the room. First of all, he made sure the smudges were all gone and that the water did not stain the walls or damage them. Then he proceeded to drag out the pile that served as a bed to another room, his studio on the main floor, folding the large pieces cloth into manageable stacks. While he had been at it, the man gave the ones that needed a washing a good bath, though he did not bother to use soap. He planned on using soap when it was warmer perhaps, if he even chose to use it. Strel did not really want to find a way to dispose of water filled with soap chemicals without polluting the water sources. He figured there could be a way to simple let the water evaporate and see what happens. But that was not something to do in the winter, where water could stay a frozen block in a bucket.
His name echoed through the hall, and the redhead popped his head out of the door frame to the sewing material filled studio. "Mati? he called back, walking down the hall to the lobby. Clearly, the Church woman had gone down the opposite hallway, going in the wrong direction. Strel twitched his ears in the direction of the receding footsteps. Then he caught a glimpse of the Crimson Dreams female. "Mati! There you are." The redhead jogged the last few meters, taking the bucket from Mati's hands. They were on Cours lands again, and gentlemanly manners were a must, at least in his mind. "You were going the wrong way, missy," he said with a laugh. "My room is in the other direction, closer to the end over there." He turned around, set on leading the woman to the correct room. Strelein wanted to get started as soon as possible, so that they could try to have less to do tomorrow or the next time if things took too long and the light had passed.