Vanator deserved the very best. He’d been there for Kavala through thick and thin and the young Konti often thought that she owed him the world. There was no way she could bring back their family taken from them in the djed storm of 513. But she could do something to make his stay at The Sanctuary more comfortable. Stone wasn’t the easiest thing for a Drykas to dwell within, not when one was used to living in a pavilion at the whim of the elements under a sea of stars on an endless plain of grass. And that started, of course, with a bigger room that more resembled a Drykas Pavilion. The Underground had a great deal of space for more expansions. Despite all the labs they had put in, guest rooms they had built, there was still plenty of space without compromising the integrity of the bedrock cliff.
Kavala started her project like any other project she’d undertaken. She planned. That entailed a giant piece of leather that she unrolled and used to sketch on. The sketch would take the form of charcoal first, so the corrections could be easily made and then the final draft done in ink. So she spread the leather out on the massive table in the commons and gathered her materials. Out came her slender sticks of black and white charcoal. Next a pot of ink and a sturdy pen followed along with a bit of leather conditioner that would fix the ink in place long after the drawing was out of use. Kavala started with a rough idea. She closed her eyes and envisioned the Denusk Pavilion with its large center area and its offshoot for crafting, stables, and sleeping. They needed no commons area, since where she physically sat at that moment served as such. Nor did they need stables, since the sea cave below had such a thing as well. What she needed instead was the core sleeping and living area of the pavilion to be mocked up and then drawn out on the leather.
She started with a sleeping area. She’d incorporate the living area in the same space, giving Vanator a desk, reading area, and a commons gathering spot that could serve as an office. The common space would be able to be curtained off from a large sleeping area that included an enormous bed in case he married multiple times, and a massive one wall stone wardrobe to hold Vanator’s clothing, weapons, and other related gear. Kavala’s fingers flew as she grasped the charcoal, began to lightly sketch and came out with a rough idea of what she wanted for his living area. She tried to avoid four walls, a square stone box per say, that might more resemble a syliran coffin than say a comfortable living area for a Drykas man. Once she had his living area sketched, the bedroom added on, she ten checked measurements and paced out with her fingers how big the pace would be. He’d have a good amount of room, especially if it was just him. She also planned, thinking ahead, of an arched doorway leading off the commons area where she was then going to build his brewery.
Vanator did not yet know he was going to have a brewery.
But Kavala had decided her brother needed a hobby, one that would suit him, and something that would further him a bit more from the Drykas. It wasn’t that she was trying to change him, it was more than she wanted him to understand he could have opportunities here that he couldn’t have out on the grass. And she wanted to encourage him to explore those opportunities while he could. Thinking of the brewery got her distracted. Kavala shook her head lightly and went back to the sketch.
She placed a small privy and cleaning area in the suite as well, not wanting him to have to leave the room simply to relieve himself. Then she connected it to the Commons by sketching a small hallway and arch into the kitchen area so that he didn’t’ have just one entrance but instead had two entrances that would help him feel less trapped beneath the stone. Satisfied, she fiddled with the lines a bit on the sketch in charcoal, and then turned to the ink. Dipping the quill in the ink, she carefully traced the sketch lines shed’ made with the charcoal and inked them into a more permanent drawing. She detailed the thing so that where his bed dais was placed was included; the elaborate wardrobe wall of his suite was clearly visible. Then she went back and added furniture she’d like to see used to decorate his place. She picked heavy pieces the Akalak favored instead of the light portable, easily broken down Drykas furnishings.
Both his bedroom and commons area had hearths, of which she’d have to take great pains to ventilate properly. He also had to have a tunnel pitted downwards to where Kavala took care of waste and grey water. She noted these locations on the sketch in ink, filled out the dimensions of each room, and then whimsically started adding where she’d put tapestries on the wall, groupings of chairs or a chaise, and where she could fit a desk in that would include a few trunks and other forms of storage.
Kavala started her project like any other project she’d undertaken. She planned. That entailed a giant piece of leather that she unrolled and used to sketch on. The sketch would take the form of charcoal first, so the corrections could be easily made and then the final draft done in ink. So she spread the leather out on the massive table in the commons and gathered her materials. Out came her slender sticks of black and white charcoal. Next a pot of ink and a sturdy pen followed along with a bit of leather conditioner that would fix the ink in place long after the drawing was out of use. Kavala started with a rough idea. She closed her eyes and envisioned the Denusk Pavilion with its large center area and its offshoot for crafting, stables, and sleeping. They needed no commons area, since where she physically sat at that moment served as such. Nor did they need stables, since the sea cave below had such a thing as well. What she needed instead was the core sleeping and living area of the pavilion to be mocked up and then drawn out on the leather.
She started with a sleeping area. She’d incorporate the living area in the same space, giving Vanator a desk, reading area, and a commons gathering spot that could serve as an office. The common space would be able to be curtained off from a large sleeping area that included an enormous bed in case he married multiple times, and a massive one wall stone wardrobe to hold Vanator’s clothing, weapons, and other related gear. Kavala’s fingers flew as she grasped the charcoal, began to lightly sketch and came out with a rough idea of what she wanted for his living area. She tried to avoid four walls, a square stone box per say, that might more resemble a syliran coffin than say a comfortable living area for a Drykas man. Once she had his living area sketched, the bedroom added on, she ten checked measurements and paced out with her fingers how big the pace would be. He’d have a good amount of room, especially if it was just him. She also planned, thinking ahead, of an arched doorway leading off the commons area where she was then going to build his brewery.
Vanator did not yet know he was going to have a brewery.
But Kavala had decided her brother needed a hobby, one that would suit him, and something that would further him a bit more from the Drykas. It wasn’t that she was trying to change him, it was more than she wanted him to understand he could have opportunities here that he couldn’t have out on the grass. And she wanted to encourage him to explore those opportunities while he could. Thinking of the brewery got her distracted. Kavala shook her head lightly and went back to the sketch.
She placed a small privy and cleaning area in the suite as well, not wanting him to have to leave the room simply to relieve himself. Then she connected it to the Commons by sketching a small hallway and arch into the kitchen area so that he didn’t’ have just one entrance but instead had two entrances that would help him feel less trapped beneath the stone. Satisfied, she fiddled with the lines a bit on the sketch in charcoal, and then turned to the ink. Dipping the quill in the ink, she carefully traced the sketch lines shed’ made with the charcoal and inked them into a more permanent drawing. She detailed the thing so that where his bed dais was placed was included; the elaborate wardrobe wall of his suite was clearly visible. Then she went back and added furniture she’d like to see used to decorate his place. She picked heavy pieces the Akalak favored instead of the light portable, easily broken down Drykas furnishings.
Both his bedroom and commons area had hearths, of which she’d have to take great pains to ventilate properly. He also had to have a tunnel pitted downwards to where Kavala took care of waste and grey water. She noted these locations on the sketch in ink, filled out the dimensions of each room, and then whimsically started adding where she’d put tapestries on the wall, groupings of chairs or a chaise, and where she could fit a desk in that would include a few trunks and other forms of storage.
