61st of Fall, 519 A.V.
The secret office in the basement was fascinating. Kelski had no other way to describe it. Filled with crumbling manuscripts, scrolls, and shelves of items that she’d never seen before, the Sea Eagle was eager to get busy cleaning the place out and doing some inventory. She’d told Little Rhaus about it, and the statue had agreed to come with her to keep her company as she worked. If nothing else, they could really use the furniture and art the office housed, or so the statue had declared. He disapproved of a sparsely furnished tower with no extra surfaces to display statues and other knickknacks of art – even if they were magical.
It was exciting to Kelski, exploring and cataloging a room she’d only had a chance to glimpse. Planning her strategy, she decided she’d start at the ceiling, clean downward, and finish with the floor. Then, and only then, she’d catalog whatever was in the room and disperse it around the rest of the tower if it was needed. She’d sensed power in the room, feeling it in the brief moments she’d been within its walls. And that made her eager to get back and see just what was gently spiking her perception with its magic.
She gathered items to use in her endeavor, glad to be out of her workshop today, and headed down the steps towards the ground floor. Then she uncovered the trapdoor to the cellar, walked down the steps, and made her way to the secret office, triggering the door to open it. In the end, it took two trips though by rights it should have been three. The first trip was for a ladder which she’d set up just inside of the office. The second trip had Kelski carried a bucket of hot water with her, a gunny sack of clean rags, soap, and a mop along with a broom and dust pan and one eager statue perched on her shoulder. Balancing the items took talent, but she was of good cheer and made it down the steps without incident. She had a companion with her, one she loved spending time with, and a voice in her head that was supervising the cleanout and would probably soon enough take over the room maintenance.
Kelski set Little Rhaus down on the floor from his perch on her shoulder. He wandered around investigating at floor level until he could find a spot to stop, climb up to desk level, and strum his instrument while he watched Kelski work. The ceramic statue wasn’t exactly equipped to clean, but he certainly was good conversation and was truthfully gifted at music. He strummed a lyre a bit as he asked her again…. for the fourth time… who’s tower this had been. “What’s the deal with this place, Kels? You said you learned a bit about The Gem’s new body’s history?” The statue asked as he strummed the lyre. It was a picked tune, one that was upbeat and cheerful.
Word Count: 500
The secret office in the basement was fascinating. Kelski had no other way to describe it. Filled with crumbling manuscripts, scrolls, and shelves of items that she’d never seen before, the Sea Eagle was eager to get busy cleaning the place out and doing some inventory. She’d told Little Rhaus about it, and the statue had agreed to come with her to keep her company as she worked. If nothing else, they could really use the furniture and art the office housed, or so the statue had declared. He disapproved of a sparsely furnished tower with no extra surfaces to display statues and other knickknacks of art – even if they were magical.
It was exciting to Kelski, exploring and cataloging a room she’d only had a chance to glimpse. Planning her strategy, she decided she’d start at the ceiling, clean downward, and finish with the floor. Then, and only then, she’d catalog whatever was in the room and disperse it around the rest of the tower if it was needed. She’d sensed power in the room, feeling it in the brief moments she’d been within its walls. And that made her eager to get back and see just what was gently spiking her perception with its magic.
She gathered items to use in her endeavor, glad to be out of her workshop today, and headed down the steps towards the ground floor. Then she uncovered the trapdoor to the cellar, walked down the steps, and made her way to the secret office, triggering the door to open it. In the end, it took two trips though by rights it should have been three. The first trip was for a ladder which she’d set up just inside of the office. The second trip had Kelski carried a bucket of hot water with her, a gunny sack of clean rags, soap, and a mop along with a broom and dust pan and one eager statue perched on her shoulder. Balancing the items took talent, but she was of good cheer and made it down the steps without incident. She had a companion with her, one she loved spending time with, and a voice in her head that was supervising the cleanout and would probably soon enough take over the room maintenance.
Kelski set Little Rhaus down on the floor from his perch on her shoulder. He wandered around investigating at floor level until he could find a spot to stop, climb up to desk level, and strum his instrument while he watched Kelski work. The ceramic statue wasn’t exactly equipped to clean, but he certainly was good conversation and was truthfully gifted at music. He strummed a lyre a bit as he asked her again…. for the fourth time… who’s tower this had been. “What’s the deal with this place, Kels? You said you learned a bit about The Gem’s new body’s history?” The statue asked as he strummed the lyre. It was a picked tune, one that was upbeat and cheerful.
Word Count: 500