Summer 1, 516 AV
daytime
Markets were dangerous things. Or at least distracting things. Dust had started at Surya Plaza -- so conveniently close to home! -- for breakfast and maybe a little something shiny. She'd wound up tromping halfway around the mountain as something shiny turned into a gleeful foray through cases of everything a would-be mapmaker could ask for, followed by a quest for the absolute perfect shirt. Plus pants to go with it. The pouch of sling bullets she'd added in along the way was just bonus, sort of. Way better than throwing rocks, so she'd just had to have them too.
That had eaten up her whole morning. Afterwards, she'd put most of the new stuff away. She didn't need it right now... except the toolkit. That was nifty and shiny and absolutely had to be experimented with immediately! So it was that Dust settled herself on an out-of-the-way stoop along the edge of the plaza, her prize spread out before her.
The kit came in a varnished wooden case with a simple latch. Opening up the box, she removed all the parts and pieces, one by one. Rolls of parchment, loosely bound by rings of cloth, filled about a quarter of the case. Next to them was a section packed with small jars. One of them was filled with a fine white powder that smelled faintly of fish. Another held a different white powder; it felt extremely dry on her skin. The third contained liquid, faintly yellowish, which smelled of pine and maybe something like licorice. The last held what was obviously pitch, sticky and all but solid, which to her nose smelled more like fir trees than anything. Behind everything was a thin board which looked like it should come out of the case. She could tell there was nothing behind it, so left it in place.
Dust knew what to do with parchment, although these sheets were large enough to be kind of daunting, compared to the book she usually worked in. The rest of the stuff was a mystery to her. She set them aside to figure out later.
The other half of the case held everything Dust could ask for to draw with. There were brushes ranging from tiny to what she considered normal-sized; feathers of similar spectrum; ink and charcoal sticks; a dainty little knife to sharpen with. Her exploring hands found cakes of ink, a small jar of water, shallow bowls for mixing in, an an even shallower near-flat palette. It had straightedges, large and small, and two sizes of an odd two-legged tool the Kelvic didn't recognize offhand. Playing with the larger one proved it was moveable; the legs could be narrow or wide apart. Maybe it was for measuring? As good a guess as any.
In the last corner were a couple of cloths folded up, and one wrapped around a block that left shiny gray streaks on her fingers when she touched it. Dust bundled it promptly back up; she didn't need to make a mess. There was also a folded-up piece of practically see-through cloth. For tracing, maybe? She didn't need that now, either.
ledgermapmaker's toolkit - 22 gm
shirt, linen, blue - 0.15 gm
pants, linen, gray - 1.2 gm
belt, leather, natural - 0.4 gm
pouch - 1 gm
sling bullets (x30) - 0.3 gm
total: -25.05 gm
daytime
Markets were dangerous things. Or at least distracting things. Dust had started at Surya Plaza -- so conveniently close to home! -- for breakfast and maybe a little something shiny. She'd wound up tromping halfway around the mountain as something shiny turned into a gleeful foray through cases of everything a would-be mapmaker could ask for, followed by a quest for the absolute perfect shirt. Plus pants to go with it. The pouch of sling bullets she'd added in along the way was just bonus, sort of. Way better than throwing rocks, so she'd just had to have them too.
That had eaten up her whole morning. Afterwards, she'd put most of the new stuff away. She didn't need it right now... except the toolkit. That was nifty and shiny and absolutely had to be experimented with immediately! So it was that Dust settled herself on an out-of-the-way stoop along the edge of the plaza, her prize spread out before her.
The kit came in a varnished wooden case with a simple latch. Opening up the box, she removed all the parts and pieces, one by one. Rolls of parchment, loosely bound by rings of cloth, filled about a quarter of the case. Next to them was a section packed with small jars. One of them was filled with a fine white powder that smelled faintly of fish. Another held a different white powder; it felt extremely dry on her skin. The third contained liquid, faintly yellowish, which smelled of pine and maybe something like licorice. The last held what was obviously pitch, sticky and all but solid, which to her nose smelled more like fir trees than anything. Behind everything was a thin board which looked like it should come out of the case. She could tell there was nothing behind it, so left it in place.
Dust knew what to do with parchment, although these sheets were large enough to be kind of daunting, compared to the book she usually worked in. The rest of the stuff was a mystery to her. She set them aside to figure out later.
The other half of the case held everything Dust could ask for to draw with. There were brushes ranging from tiny to what she considered normal-sized; feathers of similar spectrum; ink and charcoal sticks; a dainty little knife to sharpen with. Her exploring hands found cakes of ink, a small jar of water, shallow bowls for mixing in, an an even shallower near-flat palette. It had straightedges, large and small, and two sizes of an odd two-legged tool the Kelvic didn't recognize offhand. Playing with the larger one proved it was moveable; the legs could be narrow or wide apart. Maybe it was for measuring? As good a guess as any.
In the last corner were a couple of cloths folded up, and one wrapped around a block that left shiny gray streaks on her fingers when she touched it. Dust bundled it promptly back up; she didn't need to make a mess. There was also a folded-up piece of practically see-through cloth. For tracing, maybe? She didn't need that now, either.
ledgermapmaker's toolkit - 22 gm
shirt, linen, blue - 0.15 gm
pants, linen, gray - 1.2 gm
belt, leather, natural - 0.4 gm
pouch - 1 gm
sling bullets (x30) - 0.3 gm
total: -25.05 gm
Common | Pavi | someone else