Summer 9th, 515
By dim candlelight clay feathers fanned over tools. Primaries curled forwards to pick one tool or another from their places; hammer, rake, tap, level, two charcoal chunks, chisel, saw, and knotted cord. The largest were packed into a pouch while others found their way threaded between body and belt. Last of all they tied a small sack of nails onto the belt.
Gully stretched her extremities, testing the snugness of her backpack and belt until satisfied nothing would come loose. She then picked the candlestick up with one wing while opening a small box with the other. Briefly the light played over the roughly cut stones of in their hues of orange, red, and white before they were shoveled up and pressed across the clay body. Clay rippled and turned like it was beneath a potter's hand as the gems were carried to seemingly random parts of the skin.
Finally the morning preparations had just one step to go. Gully raised the candle to illuminate a quilt hung upon the closet door. To the top was a depiction of the Celestial Uphis amongst his monks, to whom she would pray to keep her tools sharp and her wit swift. To the left was the quarries and Celestial Xannos, that she prayed would lend her clarity in her craft. At the bottom stood Celestial Skerr overlooking her fields, to whom she gave thanks for her daily clay. Finally was the rightward Celestial Laat trading at the docks, to whom she would pray for brisk work and trade while in his quarter. With a short breath, the morning ritual complete she gathered a small length of rope dangling from the door handle and extinguished the candle with the touch of a feather.
The complete darkness of the closet did not last long as a tug of the rope and a push to the door let the seagull pass into the dim hallway. The first tendrils of dawn were chasing away the night as she closed the door behind her and made her way outside.
By dim candlelight clay feathers fanned over tools. Primaries curled forwards to pick one tool or another from their places; hammer, rake, tap, level, two charcoal chunks, chisel, saw, and knotted cord. The largest were packed into a pouch while others found their way threaded between body and belt. Last of all they tied a small sack of nails onto the belt.
Gully stretched her extremities, testing the snugness of her backpack and belt until satisfied nothing would come loose. She then picked the candlestick up with one wing while opening a small box with the other. Briefly the light played over the roughly cut stones of in their hues of orange, red, and white before they were shoveled up and pressed across the clay body. Clay rippled and turned like it was beneath a potter's hand as the gems were carried to seemingly random parts of the skin.
Finally the morning preparations had just one step to go. Gully raised the candle to illuminate a quilt hung upon the closet door. To the top was a depiction of the Celestial Uphis amongst his monks, to whom she would pray to keep her tools sharp and her wit swift. To the left was the quarries and Celestial Xannos, that she prayed would lend her clarity in her craft. At the bottom stood Celestial Skerr overlooking her fields, to whom she gave thanks for her daily clay. Finally was the rightward Celestial Laat trading at the docks, to whom she would pray for brisk work and trade while in his quarter. With a short breath, the morning ritual complete she gathered a small length of rope dangling from the door handle and extinguished the candle with the touch of a feather.
The complete darkness of the closet did not last long as a tug of the rope and a push to the door let the seagull pass into the dim hallway. The first tendrils of dawn were chasing away the night as she closed the door behind her and made her way outside.
