07-06-2010, 10:32 AM
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OOC: You know, the more I use this table, the more I absolutely LOVE the color theme. XDD IS SO UBER PRETTY!!!!
Things had become very interesting lately. It seemed like forever and a day ago when Bris still lived in the little treehouse she'd once called home with her sister. Now, that treehouse stood empty, though not unloved. Periodically, the Stormbringer woman would make her way down to Flander's Field to make sure the structure was still sound. She'd patched a few leaks, replaced a few boards, that sort of thing. Her fixes were easy to spot on the well-made shelter, as she didn't have the knack for construction that her brother-in-law Elliot had possessed. Even his brother, Weilund, had shared his skill, though Bris was concerned at the younger Oriel's recent absence from Dahlia. They had barely gotten to know one another, but Eilu was a link to the side of the family that Bris wished to know more about, and she hoped everyday for his safe return. Maybe someday he'd come back. Until then, the task of keeping the treehouse sound was left to her.
The sun was just past its zenith as the white woman returned from her morning repairs. Thankfully, the most recent storm that had passed over Dahlia had been a mild one, and Bris had needed to do only a minor patch of a hole that had been pecked into the roof by some annoying woodpecker. It had taken very little time, and after straightening up the tiny amount of utilitarian furniture in the small space, the spaher had departed the dwelling fully satisfied at the work. The rest of the warm summer morning had been spent in a long, one-sided conversation at her sister's grave. There'd been so much Bris wished her sister could be sharing with her, and talking to the tree that marked Kol's grave was the only way the white yearling could think of to help ease the pain of Kol's absence. It wasn't the same, but it helped. A little.
Bris sighed as she shrugged off her leather satchel, today filled with two books rather than the usual stash of materials for her hobby of jewelry making. She hadn't had the chance to start either novel, but it didn't bother her any. The shade of the Victorian house she called home was a welcome respite from the heat of the summer day, and the woman hummed softly as she decided to check in on the pups. The rambunctious group made up of her niece and nephews along with a couple other unrelated children could usually be found in the main living room of the house. Today, however, the room was quiet, and Bris tilted her head in slight confusion wondering where the group might be. Then again, Conor didn't seem to be around either, nor Vark, and there were no suspicious scents anywhere even remotely near the house. The pups were old enough now to know where they should and should not go, and it would take a bit more time for the woman to begin to worry too much. If they were not around by dusk, however, Bris would probably be on a rampage to find them. But they knew their limits, and so far, despite a little expected testing of said limits, they'd been good.
Shrugging her shoulders slightly at the change in plans, Bris picked up her satchel and made her way to the stairs. The house was quiet, and it would be a wonderful time either for finally starting one of her books, or for taking a nice, comfortable midday nap in the big four-poster bed the human inhabitants had left behind in the room Bris claimed as her own. Yes, the comfort of that bed sounded absolutely divine.
Table by Vero!
OOC: You know, the more I use this table, the more I absolutely LOVE the color theme. XDD IS SO UBER PRETTY!!!!
Things had become very interesting lately. It seemed like forever and a day ago when Bris still lived in the little treehouse she'd once called home with her sister. Now, that treehouse stood empty, though not unloved. Periodically, the Stormbringer woman would make her way down to Flander's Field to make sure the structure was still sound. She'd patched a few leaks, replaced a few boards, that sort of thing. Her fixes were easy to spot on the well-made shelter, as she didn't have the knack for construction that her brother-in-law Elliot had possessed. Even his brother, Weilund, had shared his skill, though Bris was concerned at the younger Oriel's recent absence from Dahlia. They had barely gotten to know one another, but Eilu was a link to the side of the family that Bris wished to know more about, and she hoped everyday for his safe return. Maybe someday he'd come back. Until then, the task of keeping the treehouse sound was left to her.
The sun was just past its zenith as the white woman returned from her morning repairs. Thankfully, the most recent storm that had passed over Dahlia had been a mild one, and Bris had needed to do only a minor patch of a hole that had been pecked into the roof by some annoying woodpecker. It had taken very little time, and after straightening up the tiny amount of utilitarian furniture in the small space, the spaher had departed the dwelling fully satisfied at the work. The rest of the warm summer morning had been spent in a long, one-sided conversation at her sister's grave. There'd been so much Bris wished her sister could be sharing with her, and talking to the tree that marked Kol's grave was the only way the white yearling could think of to help ease the pain of Kol's absence. It wasn't the same, but it helped. A little.
Bris sighed as she shrugged off her leather satchel, today filled with two books rather than the usual stash of materials for her hobby of jewelry making. She hadn't had the chance to start either novel, but it didn't bother her any. The shade of the Victorian house she called home was a welcome respite from the heat of the summer day, and the woman hummed softly as she decided to check in on the pups. The rambunctious group made up of her niece and nephews along with a couple other unrelated children could usually be found in the main living room of the house. Today, however, the room was quiet, and Bris tilted her head in slight confusion wondering where the group might be. Then again, Conor didn't seem to be around either, nor Vark, and there were no suspicious scents anywhere even remotely near the house. The pups were old enough now to know where they should and should not go, and it would take a bit more time for the woman to begin to worry too much. If they were not around by dusk, however, Bris would probably be on a rampage to find them. But they knew their limits, and so far, despite a little expected testing of said limits, they'd been good.
Shrugging her shoulders slightly at the change in plans, Bris picked up her satchel and made her way to the stairs. The house was quiet, and it would be a wonderful time either for finally starting one of her books, or for taking a nice, comfortable midday nap in the big four-poster bed the human inhabitants had left behind in the room Bris claimed as her own. Yes, the comfort of that bed sounded absolutely divine.
Table by Vero!