Working with just the three of them to prevent disturbances to the Manse by unskilled and uninformed hands, Cerin, Markuran and Zahara begin to reform the far end of the Solars Quarters into a new suite of rooms for the archer's use.
<Zahara> "So, Cerin, what kind of room would you like? Grand or opulent?"
<Cerin> "...Grand or Opulent?" he scans Zahara's face for signs of her jest
<Markuran> "Don't let her coerce you. My rooms are simple."
<Zahara> "Yes, do you prefer more long, imposing lines, or more detailed, intricate work? Shush, Marku. Just because you're boring doesn't mean Cerin has to be."
<Cerin> "I have always appreciated fine craftsmanship...though generally from afar..or only breifly"
<Zahara> "Well, here's your chance!" She smiles, "I can do anything for you..r rooms."
<Cerin> "Nothing so gaudy as diamond bricks" he smiles apologetically at Zahara "I do not like being overstated"
<Cerin> "Mahogany and Ebony would provide a nice contrast, I think"
<Zahara> "Very manly, yes.... and slate perhaps.. to provide texture to contrast with the marble.. unless you want limestone. Limestone stains, though."
<Zahara> "Mark, you did your rooms in dark woods didn't you?"
<Markuran> "Marble, or we will have to retile other areas to balance."
<Cerin> "I do not mind simply marble, though would inlays of marble of different colours be possible?"
<Zahara> "Hmm with the mahogany I think I'd go with the redder tones of marble. How about some nice inlays?"
<Markuran> "As long as balance is maintained. The mazework channels much of the river's power, but balance must be kept with darkness and light."
<Markuran> "Once the plan is finished, demons can help with the work."
<Markuran> "We can't afford repetition here, remember."
<Markuran> "The darkness will figure it out."
<Cerin> "The darkness?" he asks with some curiousity
<Zahara> "We can if it's in long lines. If you provide a sort of feedback loop like this one here..." she points..."Hmmm well let's not take the chance. The large pattern, it is."
<Markuran> "Zahara can explain better."
<Markuran> "You don't mind bad dreams? We will have to move you to the wall if you do."
<Cerin> "I have yet to have a bad dream I cannot stop with talismans I have made"
<Zahara> *sketch sketch*
<Markuran> "But the spirit sends bad dreams to those who sleep where its water flows. No one rests easily in the Cascade."
<Zahara> "This is more fun, don't you think?"
<Markuran> "It has not posed a threat. We would not anger heaven."
<Markuran> "Zahara has tried to feed intruders to its waters. I think they just drowned normally."
<Zahara> "Do we have extra stone in the stockroom? Wood we have aplenty, since we live in a forest. One, I might add, we replanted with fine hardwood trees that will provide your furnishings soon."
<Markuran> "Soon we won't be able to harvest that. We must do as much as we can now..."
<Zahara> "Why not?"
<Markuran> "The Sharpglade is wakening, the Leafwalkers told me so when I last visited their mother."
<Cerin> "Could I see those drawings please?" he smiles to Zahara
<Zahara> "Ahh, good." She hands the drawings to Cerin. "But I thought that they did not consider the replanted trees to be their own, since they were from other areas?"
<Markuran> "The Sharpglade will soon have its own mind and we may not always know its thoughts."
<Cerin> "These are excellent...elegant and protective"
<Markuran> "How many rooms will you need?"
<Cerin> "...how many rooms?" testing the concept alittle
<Markuran> "Some of it will be the Leafwalkers growing the woods. Did we tell you of the Bore? Don't visit the Bore."
<Zahara> "Well, you'll need a powder room, and a dressing room, obviously. Do you want a study? A parlor? Personal storage?"
<Cerin> "Four rooms would be more than sufficient...I havent had more than one for several seasons now"
<Zahara> "How did you survive?"
<Cerin> "Caves mostly, and the occasional inn. I travel too much normally to be bothered with a home"
<Markuran> "Not everyone has a palace, Zahara. Many of the Sunlanders still live in their thatched houses. Unless you'd like to commission stonebuilders and demons to build everyone little houses."
<Zahara> "Well yes, but they're MORTALS."
<Markuran> "I have brothers and sisters among them." he glowers at her.
<Zahara> "AND, just because they're our people doesn't merit them palaces. THEY were not chosen by gods."
<Rannath> "In any case, we lack the resources, time, and labor to rebuild the entire Sunlands."
<Zahara> "I don't need their love to rule them, Marku. Please them all you want with your fancy speeches. I will protect them from danger, and champion their causes if it pleases me. But i do not call them friends, nor do I need to."
<Zahara> "DAMNIT MARKU! DON'T CHIP THE SLATE!" she calls after him. "I hate it when he does that."
<Cerin> "I come from a-" he pauses to let Marku storm out "town that was called Arranth, though I was mostly eductaed in Great Forks"
<Cerin> "The occult mostly..spirits and the like..I let most of my other studies slide for that" he laugsh depreciateingly
<Zahara> "I've dealt a bit with spirits, but most of my occult training is with demonic forces."
<Rannath> "I spent most of my time on the more mundane aspects of life."
<Zahara> "Such as building armies and destroying other armies with them?"
<Cerin> "We studied demons too...in a theoretical manner anyway, my practical experience came later..."
<Zahara> "Would you like to meet some?"
<Zahara> "You'd like the Gilmeyne though."
<Cerin> "I dont think I've ever seen a Gilmeyne dance, though I have heard tails of their skill"
<Zahara> "Ahh, but you must. Their dances are truly beautiful."
<Zahara> "And you, Rannath. When was the last time you relaxed and just watched something beautiful?"
<Rannath> "Demons do not fall into my definition of 'beautiful'. Demons fall into my definition of 'things that need to die'."
<Cerin> "And things cannot belong in those categories together?"
<Rannath> "They're mutually-exclusive in this case. And, Zahara, I have no objection to your demons so long as they're controlled."
<Zahara> "And when the Gilmeyne inspires your troops to greatness, you still scoff at their usefulness?"
<Rannath> "My soldiers take their only inspiration from the Unconquered Sun."
<Zahara> "mmhmmm. Well *I* am going to go relax and watch the show. YOU can do whatever you like. Go drill your troops or something."
<Cerin> "Are they always so ...severe about such things?"
<Zahara> The room is crimson and gold, with large, soft pillows strewn about artistically, to watch the performance from.
<Cerin> "...very nice" as he looks around the room
<Zahara> "Sit wherever you like, the best view is over here." She gestures to a large grouping.
<Zahara> "They are truly amazing. And so underappreciated. I think I am the only one who comes here on a regular basis."
<Cerin> "That is a shame. Beauty should never go unwatched"
<Zahara> "So tell me more about yourself."
<Cerin> "I never hunt anything to watch it flail about" he says, a touch of mild reproof in his voice
<Zahara> "It DOES have the added bonus of making them easier to dispatch, you know. That's the true reason. The other is just a bonus." she says airily. "Why do YOU hunt?"
<Cerin> "For the thrill of it. The chase, the confrontation at the end, all it it" he smiles
<Zahara> "That's not so different."
<Cerin> "Perhaps not."
<Cerin> "What do you hope to accomplish with all this? the manse, the army, the demons"
<Zahara> "A man after my own heart."
<Cerin> "You see throughe so easily" he laughs softly
<Cerin> "Curiousity and a whim. I've never met such powerful solars as you, nor recieved such an invatation, and I felt perhaps I have travelled enough for the moment"
<Zahara> "And if we turned out to be, say, out to trap or harm you? Then what?" she looks amused at the thought.
<Cerin> "Then I would kill you all" he lowers his eyes "Which I would not like to do"
<Zahara> "Could you do such? I would like to see that."
<Zahara> "Well, as long as you weren't killing ME at least."
<Cerin> "You are all fearsome warriors from what I have seen...It would be hard, maybe impossible for me to prevail against you all"
<Zahara> "I suspect it would be impossible, with all of us working in concert."
<Zahara> "Marku may be insufferably righteous at times, but he does do fine work. I cannot match his craftsmanship, although I have been increasing my skills every chance I get."
<Cerin> "I would like too, I think."
<Cerin> "The very charming company. The rooms will take some getting used too"
<Cerin> "Perhaps. Though I've lived a long time carrying most everything I own about with me"
<Zahara> "You can still travel and live like a mortal. But here, you can live like the Chosen should."
<Cerin> "I'm no longer allowed to ride your Beauteous Wasps?" he grins
<Zahara> "Not unless you're *nice* to me." she pouts a little.
<Cerin> "I shall have to be be on my best behavior then ..most of the time"
<Zahara> "He's so easy to piss off."
<Cerin> "He cares for them. Someone has too." he looks down again "I've seen what happens to mortals with no-one to care for them in Creation"
<Zahara> "Wiped out like they were never there?"
<Zahara> "You mentioned the town yesterday. You grew up there."
<Zahara> "Who did it?"
<Cerin> "They are no more, but they were gods"
<Zahara> 'Ahh, is that why you chose to hunt gods as your prey?"
<Zahara> "Is that how you were Chosen? Fighting the gods that slew your family?"
<Zahara> "Then, in a way, it was good it happened to your village. Else the Gods who did it would have gone unpunished, and destroyed more lives without cause."
<Cerin> "Perhaps, but who can tell. If I hadn't been sent to Great Forks for teaching I would have died with my family, or maybe I would not"
<Zahara> "Only the gods know why you were spared."
<Zahara> "The.. OTHER gods, I mean."
<Zahara> "Hmmm. Perhaps I will accompany you when you do."
<Zahara> "My tale is similar to yours. A battle with my nemesis, the Fae."
<Zahara> "It turned out better than I expected it to, at the time." she smiles wryly.
Tags: (:tags Gilmyne, Water Beast, Arranth, Labyrinthine Cascade:)