A funny smile was on Caelum’s mouth as Kavala spoke and eventually it firmed into something at once easy and profound. It was the sort of smile that was rooted in the soul, the visible gesture but the surface of a greater depth of emotion. “Fair enough,” he said quietly, but all of the gratitude was communicated by that smile. It had a hearth fire glow and Kavala herself had sparked it, preparing the tinder in preparation for the flame. It would linger for a long while and already had begun to suffuse its surroundings. The real estate that was already becoming a place named Alements in Caelum’s mind was soaking up every bit of generosity and sun fire, care and excitement and gratitude they were emanating. What they would build here would be colored by this beginning, and it was a good hue. Eventually, Caelum dropped his eyes from Kavala’s down to the infant he held. He spiked an eyebrow to find Ia’del peering back at him and dabbed a finger lightly to the tip of her nose before turning for the corner. “Let’s spread a blanket,” he said and curved an amble around where Larik gulped down his rats and preened. The bird was shot a smirk and Caelum settled the baby beside her much larger brother on the blanket before palming one of the pieces of chalk and getting to work. On his hands and knees, Caelum sketched an outline of where he wanted the bar to be and how it should curve along the back wall. Circles were used to show where he wanted basins set in the stone behind the bar as well. He told the twins with words and broad gestures the rough measurements of the windows that were to spread the entire front wall and half the side, floor to the ceiling, and meanwhile he measured out a pass through window on the wall behind the bar to the kitchen. It was long and narrow and low, the intention not being to provide a view into the kitchen but rather a shelf for plates and glassware to settle. The dominant feature behind the bar would be a mirror, he determined, or perhaps something in tin or decorative tile. It would depend on what he found at the Warren. But out from that he measured and sketched where shelves would be, climbing up the walls and interspersed by recessed, natural stone pots in the walls for herbs and plants. That in mind, he proceeded to mark out where along the walls he wanted more of the living shelves, near tables and sitting areas. He even used the chalk to write the name of what type of plant he might want to place there, not purely for decorative effect, but also for scent and growth in and out of sun and shade. By the time he was finished, he had chalk dust all over his hands and fiercely focused look in his eyes. “I’m going to pay for the patio and dock space,” he announced, “And then head to the Warren. Any of you want to come with me?” |