Timestamp: Early Fall, 513 AV
Now that Caelum was back in Riverfall for an extended period of time, Kavala wanted her fellow healer to feel comfortable. She knew the Eth might very well be utterly miserable below ground. Even though he didn’t mention it, she suspected the weight of the stone over him separating him from Syna’s light would be crushing if he had to spend an extended period of time below. To that end, Kavala had no idea how to solve the problem this posed. Literally every square inch of the facility was planned above. Even places where there were no buildings yet had designs on what would be there. When Kavala strolled across the stone sidewalks that linked the buildings, she literally saw in her mind the rising Healer’s College and the dorms that would be there. She saw the pool that had yet to be dug and the meeting hall and orangery that she wanted to put in. And like promises given to the future, each part and parcel had stakes stuck in the ground, carefully labeled and in some cases roped off. So where would Caelum be happy? Kavala had to give it a good long rumination.
Which was a good thing; honestly, since Kavala had a cow she was walking, and probably would be for bells. It wasn’t an extraordinary cow, by any means, but it was a beloved pet of a widowed elderly Konti. And as such, she wasn’t allowed to die. She wasn’t allowed to suffer. Kavala had to make the cow better. And to that end, they were walking her. Well, more accurately said, it would be that Kavala was walking her. The cow was reluctant, so it was more of a tug of war than an actual walk. The cow was belly deep in colic and Kavala had poured about two gallons of mineral oil into her stomach to try and lubricate her intestines. Now there were lots of reasons for colic in cows. Namely they lay down, got their guts twisted, and it took them time to untwist. If the cow had a good roll, that would help, but the cow wasn’t about to roll. Instead, she was bellowing and hollering and protesting this walk. And there was nothing really Kavala could do to get her to comply other than urge her along and occasionally use a switch. Bessy, as the widow called the cow, was sweating profusely, but the oil was starting to work. She definitely was gassy, and fairly soon Kavala was confident that her gut would start making noises that would indicate explosive cow pies were forthcoming. That is, if the oil was able to lubricate everything up and the walking got the gut untwisted.
Kavala sincerely hoped it would help. Because without this working the next step was surgery, and Kavala just didn’t want to do that to the cow. She was an old milk cow, long past the point she gave milk, and wouldn’t fare well in the surgery. If worse came to worse, they’d have to put her down and then Kavala would send a dairy calf home with the widow. It would help, but it wouldn’t totally ease the feelings the woman would have of loss. And The Gods knew the widow was already too full of loss to add anything more to her burden.
Meanwhile, to distract herself from the veritable fountain that was now periodically erupting from the cow, Kavala looked around. Everywhere she walked the girl in the pasture; there would most likely be a rich swatch of grass in the spring where the cow had fertilized. And the smell… the Konti coughed a bit, tried to ignore her aching feet, and kept walking. She was too fat to do this… to heavy with Riaris’ child, but no one else was home.
Azure eyes looked around, trying to see the facility she’d built from eyes other than her own. An Eth…where would one be happy? They loved the sun, and had to be close to it, especially those that followed Syna like Caelum did. He’d have to be high, so definitely a second story structure. And he’d have to be mostly open to the sun. Kavala squinted and scanned the facility, but her eyes kept coming back to the Healing Clinic. It was centralized. It could potentially overlook the arena, the pool, and later when it was built, the healing college. Kavala’s eyes held the clinics form and wondered. She knew the internal structure was by far sturdy enough to hold up a second story, especially something artistic she had planned rather than something ugly and square. The Konti kept walking the cow and kept thinking, mulling the problem over and over in her head. She’d put a stairway up one end of the clinic, perhaps on the pool side. On the other side she’d put a slickened pole that a man or woman could slide down quickly to exit the building. She didn’t want access to the … the… what would they call it? Sun.. Sky... moon… stars… Solarium. Yes, that’s what it would be. She didn’t want access to the Solarium from inside the clinic. She just wanted Caelum to be close to the clinic if he needs to be.
And what would it look like? Crystal of course. Kavala was getting very masterful at crafting stone just the way she wanted it. To this end, she’d learned that any stone in the world could be duplicated if a Reimancer was patient enough. And luckily clear quartz was easy enough to replicate. It would not be the longest lasting building material because it wasn’t the hardest stone on record, but again, with a resident Reimancer around, it didn’t’ have to be. The building could be maintained yearly just like any of the other buildings at The Sanctuary. So the building must be built of crystal. Yes, clear walls would have just enough privacy so that Caelum wouldn’t feel exposed. Crystal was translucent but thick enough that it wasn’t see through. Light would flood in and fill the space with warmth and glowing beams of Syna’s love. But it would not reveal his doings and comings and goings to people not outside. And at night it would glow brightly, lighting up the area around the pool and clinic if Caelum left lights on inside. And for effect she could make the crystal different hues. Kavala wondered if there had ever been a geomancer like her that had made crystalline walls that changed color and formed pictures like her stained glass could.
Kavala concentrated for a moment, held out her hand that wasn’t half dragging the cow around the pasture, and pooled res into her palm. The healer concentrated as she walked, infusing her will into the shape in her palm. A sun, with rays moving outward, formed of crystal. And each ray would be a different shade of red and orange translucent crystal. Kavala concentrated until the pool of res stretched out in her palm and took more of a circular shape. She forced more res into the shape, pulling it from the center circle… and darkening it. Red… the center circle being bright yellow…. But see through. She held the image of quartz crystal firmly in her mind. The shape wavered, and then flowed, as more colored rays edged outwards. The thing was the size of a medallion when she was done, its rays all different shapes, almost resembling more flames than a stylized sun. But she kept at it, kept manipulating it, until the shape was perfect and each ray was a different translucent color in the warmth of yellows, oranges, and reds. Holding the finished product up, the light caught it and Kavala grinned. The sun would make a great baby mobile to hang over her next child’s crib. She needed a few more of them though…. Perhaps a dozen. Slipping the crystalline creation into her apron pocket, Kavala kept moving, knowing now she could build the walls beautifully.
Now that Caelum was back in Riverfall for an extended period of time, Kavala wanted her fellow healer to feel comfortable. She knew the Eth might very well be utterly miserable below ground. Even though he didn’t mention it, she suspected the weight of the stone over him separating him from Syna’s light would be crushing if he had to spend an extended period of time below. To that end, Kavala had no idea how to solve the problem this posed. Literally every square inch of the facility was planned above. Even places where there were no buildings yet had designs on what would be there. When Kavala strolled across the stone sidewalks that linked the buildings, she literally saw in her mind the rising Healer’s College and the dorms that would be there. She saw the pool that had yet to be dug and the meeting hall and orangery that she wanted to put in. And like promises given to the future, each part and parcel had stakes stuck in the ground, carefully labeled and in some cases roped off. So where would Caelum be happy? Kavala had to give it a good long rumination.
Which was a good thing; honestly, since Kavala had a cow she was walking, and probably would be for bells. It wasn’t an extraordinary cow, by any means, but it was a beloved pet of a widowed elderly Konti. And as such, she wasn’t allowed to die. She wasn’t allowed to suffer. Kavala had to make the cow better. And to that end, they were walking her. Well, more accurately said, it would be that Kavala was walking her. The cow was reluctant, so it was more of a tug of war than an actual walk. The cow was belly deep in colic and Kavala had poured about two gallons of mineral oil into her stomach to try and lubricate her intestines. Now there were lots of reasons for colic in cows. Namely they lay down, got their guts twisted, and it took them time to untwist. If the cow had a good roll, that would help, but the cow wasn’t about to roll. Instead, she was bellowing and hollering and protesting this walk. And there was nothing really Kavala could do to get her to comply other than urge her along and occasionally use a switch. Bessy, as the widow called the cow, was sweating profusely, but the oil was starting to work. She definitely was gassy, and fairly soon Kavala was confident that her gut would start making noises that would indicate explosive cow pies were forthcoming. That is, if the oil was able to lubricate everything up and the walking got the gut untwisted.
Kavala sincerely hoped it would help. Because without this working the next step was surgery, and Kavala just didn’t want to do that to the cow. She was an old milk cow, long past the point she gave milk, and wouldn’t fare well in the surgery. If worse came to worse, they’d have to put her down and then Kavala would send a dairy calf home with the widow. It would help, but it wouldn’t totally ease the feelings the woman would have of loss. And The Gods knew the widow was already too full of loss to add anything more to her burden.
Meanwhile, to distract herself from the veritable fountain that was now periodically erupting from the cow, Kavala looked around. Everywhere she walked the girl in the pasture; there would most likely be a rich swatch of grass in the spring where the cow had fertilized. And the smell… the Konti coughed a bit, tried to ignore her aching feet, and kept walking. She was too fat to do this… to heavy with Riaris’ child, but no one else was home.
Azure eyes looked around, trying to see the facility she’d built from eyes other than her own. An Eth…where would one be happy? They loved the sun, and had to be close to it, especially those that followed Syna like Caelum did. He’d have to be high, so definitely a second story structure. And he’d have to be mostly open to the sun. Kavala squinted and scanned the facility, but her eyes kept coming back to the Healing Clinic. It was centralized. It could potentially overlook the arena, the pool, and later when it was built, the healing college. Kavala’s eyes held the clinics form and wondered. She knew the internal structure was by far sturdy enough to hold up a second story, especially something artistic she had planned rather than something ugly and square. The Konti kept walking the cow and kept thinking, mulling the problem over and over in her head. She’d put a stairway up one end of the clinic, perhaps on the pool side. On the other side she’d put a slickened pole that a man or woman could slide down quickly to exit the building. She didn’t want access to the … the… what would they call it? Sun.. Sky... moon… stars… Solarium. Yes, that’s what it would be. She didn’t want access to the Solarium from inside the clinic. She just wanted Caelum to be close to the clinic if he needs to be.
And what would it look like? Crystal of course. Kavala was getting very masterful at crafting stone just the way she wanted it. To this end, she’d learned that any stone in the world could be duplicated if a Reimancer was patient enough. And luckily clear quartz was easy enough to replicate. It would not be the longest lasting building material because it wasn’t the hardest stone on record, but again, with a resident Reimancer around, it didn’t’ have to be. The building could be maintained yearly just like any of the other buildings at The Sanctuary. So the building must be built of crystal. Yes, clear walls would have just enough privacy so that Caelum wouldn’t feel exposed. Crystal was translucent but thick enough that it wasn’t see through. Light would flood in and fill the space with warmth and glowing beams of Syna’s love. But it would not reveal his doings and comings and goings to people not outside. And at night it would glow brightly, lighting up the area around the pool and clinic if Caelum left lights on inside. And for effect she could make the crystal different hues. Kavala wondered if there had ever been a geomancer like her that had made crystalline walls that changed color and formed pictures like her stained glass could.
Kavala concentrated for a moment, held out her hand that wasn’t half dragging the cow around the pasture, and pooled res into her palm. The healer concentrated as she walked, infusing her will into the shape in her palm. A sun, with rays moving outward, formed of crystal. And each ray would be a different shade of red and orange translucent crystal. Kavala concentrated until the pool of res stretched out in her palm and took more of a circular shape. She forced more res into the shape, pulling it from the center circle… and darkening it. Red… the center circle being bright yellow…. But see through. She held the image of quartz crystal firmly in her mind. The shape wavered, and then flowed, as more colored rays edged outwards. The thing was the size of a medallion when she was done, its rays all different shapes, almost resembling more flames than a stylized sun. But she kept at it, kept manipulating it, until the shape was perfect and each ray was a different translucent color in the warmth of yellows, oranges, and reds. Holding the finished product up, the light caught it and Kavala grinned. The sun would make a great baby mobile to hang over her next child’s crib. She needed a few more of them though…. Perhaps a dozen. Slipping the crystalline creation into her apron pocket, Kavala kept moving, knowing now she could build the walls beautifully.
