.
While she liked the bareness of her house Solla had been by to see how she was settling and had gently indicated more furniture would be pertinent to a dinner. As such, she had bought the basic necessities those in the Azure market had recommended. The small home sat on the edge of the Okomo meadows and had a beautiful view of the rest of Lhavit sprawling out like a canvas over the other peaks. Perhaps best of all was the view of the ocean and the relative solitude the location provided. While Ayszel felt tangibly lonely in Lhavit it was required considering her delicate situation. The cottages were built from the pale sand of the sea that was so far away and were scattered with seashells and scales that reflected the sun with exuberance. The garden behind her house was small and domed with the warm presence of skyglass that kept the garden faintly warm, even in the winter. A fireplace was posed near the back of the house, near the door leading to the small greenhouse so when that when the door was left open it may warm the entirety. The attribute that had Ayszel paying the exuberant price for the place. The roof was set with hardened cypress-bark making the conclave darker and more welcoming to Ayszels scaley form and predilections. The floor creates a soothing shushing noise as feet pad over the braided reed mats that commonly adorn Lhavitian floors. Most of the wood carvings inside are of the Okomo or other antlered animals of the mountains along with playful bushy squirrels darting along the fireplaces mantelpiece.
The entire place was only one room with a short narrow staircase that led upstairs to a bed. Having slept on stone all her life it was the one place that hidden behind a rag of white curtain was unabashedly suited to her Dhani form. The bed was really just a flat hard wooden surface on which to rest her tendrils. Beside the bed was a small table and chair with several withered looking stubs for candles at which she did much of her work. Her chest rested at the end of her bed, enclosing all that which was most precious to her and a short shelf rested across from the bed where her grimoire and small collection of books could be found. Below the small enclave of her bed was the rest of the cottage into which she had squished a table and four chairs, a cabinet in which the various cooking supplies was stowed and a book case in which all the jars of cooking and philtering supplies resided. Seven glass tanks were stacked beneath the small potting table in the garden in a ramshackle way. Above the fire where a simple mantle protruded from the wall sat the candles in honour of the three goddesses Ayszel had sworn herself to and above them a watercolor painting of a seahorse was pinned.
The garden appeared largely empty, with little mole hills under which lay some of the seeds she had brought with her from Falyndar. These were kept closest to the fire in the hopes of replicating the warmth of their homeland. Those furthest from the fireplace were the full grown Lhavitian plants she had been recommended by Solla, their flourishing green stems not yet having wilted under her novice fingertips. Though the place seemed cramped to her she hoped it was adequate and would meet with the expectations of her guests. Like a Chamelean…I need to blend… she thought.
“Good Morning Solla,” Ayszel greeted indicating her presence and respect with a moderate bow. She was beginning to pick up on the Lhavitian Politesse and cultivate her sense of deportment in the face of the rigid rules. “Oh, hello Litka. How did those invitations go?” The woman was obviously well versed in speaking with those unfamiliar with common as she spoke slowly and chose her words with care. Ayszel had mentioned to the elderly caretaker that she had invited Hachia Koat, the guide that had first welcomed her to Lhavit, to dinner once she had settled. The woman had taken several bells to explain the proper etiquette required of the offer and had helped her draw up the appropriate invitations as she had added several others to the meal at Solla’s behest. ”Lhavit is a very communal politically active city, it would do well to invite any who made your welcome here easier, to show your appreciation. If you are inviting one, it is easy to invite others.” Ayszel remembered. As such, she had invited Solla herself as well as Oishi Sakana, her boss, and had sent a timid invitation to Bennar Witt. She had qualms about the latter invitation, but she figured he was more inclined to keep her secret if he was personally linked and invested, after all exposing her now when witnesses could attest to his involvement in a dinner would implicate him as well. Besides, whether she wanted to admit to it or not he had done her a favour and this dinner was about repaying favours.
“They go well then. Thank you. I copy the one we made. I am looking forward to tonight muchly. I must begin cooking though…I have never cooked before…” She confessed. In Zinrah we ate only raw meat and I imagine that will certainly not do for humans seeing as this human form can’t tolerate it. Ayszel murmured to herself silently. “I wondered…who may I ask who cooks?” She asked. While she had books they had not been a principle method learning in Zinrah, in fact beyond the Grimoire and travel book she had never used a book for learning.
“Unfortunately dear we cannot expect to be taught everything by someone else now can we? Sometimes, we must learn for ourselves.” It was very obviously a lecture, for the woman had already done so much to make Ayszel feel at home. “Of course,” Ayszel replied, turning to leave and wondering anxiously how to solve the problem in such short time when she was brought up by the soothing tones of Solla’s voice. “I have a book you may buy though my dear. I have outgrown the recipes myself and my daughter just returned it last night,” She offered, searching amongst the bookshelves of odds and ends.
Turning Ayszel took the worn wooden case of the thin book. Painted on the front was a very wobbly handed painting of what looked like some sort of vegetable pile spilling out from a long brown horn. “It’s a Horn of Plenty,” Solla explained, unwobbling Ayszels confused eyebrows. “The drawings are not very clever but the recipes are very simple and traditional. You should be able to make anything in there without too much trouble,” She smiled, “I’ll give it to you for 55 Kina.”
Ayszel handed the book back, “Thank you but too much,” She replied apologetically. While she still had much to learn about Lhavitian decorum she knew at least that there seemed to be an excessive level of politeness that rang through the open archways, even when negotiating. “50 Kina is my final offer,” Solla said, extending the slight shift of paper toward Ayszel again. A playful gleam danced on the end of her upturned mouth as Ayszel turned to exchange the glittering stones for the book. “You are becoming more Lhavitian each day,” Solla commented in a girlish whisper as their hands met over the exchange. The words struck a painful blow in Ayszels stomach and she struggled to hide the wince with a winning smile. “Thank you.” A knowing passed over Solla’s face as they parted ways, she had seen homesickness as often as she saw Okomo and thought no more of the look.
OOCPurchased:
6 table forks (1cm x 5) =6cm
1 Quart Violet Pitcher = 2 GM
6 Blue Glass Goblets = 6sm x 6 =36sm x 2= 72sm
Blue Glass Vase 5gmx2=10gm
Bread knife x 1 =1cm
Butter knife x 6 =6 cm
Table knife x6 = 6cm
Cooking pot (clay), Gallon = 3sm
Dish 7” x6 (pale blue glazed clay)= 18 cm
Bowl 7” x6 (white glazed clay)= 18 cm
Soup spoon x6 =6cm
Rolling pin = 2sm
Tongs =2sm
Chair, average x6 42sm
Cupboard, average 2gm
Shelf set, average 5sm
Bookcase, average 8gm
Cooking Book 50gm
Bed, poor 1gm
Table, good 3gm
Yellow linen Apron 3sm
TOTAL=89.51 Kina
89th Fall, 515 AV
While she liked the bareness of her house Solla had been by to see how she was settling and had gently indicated more furniture would be pertinent to a dinner. As such, she had bought the basic necessities those in the Azure market had recommended. The small home sat on the edge of the Okomo meadows and had a beautiful view of the rest of Lhavit sprawling out like a canvas over the other peaks. Perhaps best of all was the view of the ocean and the relative solitude the location provided. While Ayszel felt tangibly lonely in Lhavit it was required considering her delicate situation. The cottages were built from the pale sand of the sea that was so far away and were scattered with seashells and scales that reflected the sun with exuberance. The garden behind her house was small and domed with the warm presence of skyglass that kept the garden faintly warm, even in the winter. A fireplace was posed near the back of the house, near the door leading to the small greenhouse so when that when the door was left open it may warm the entirety. The attribute that had Ayszel paying the exuberant price for the place. The roof was set with hardened cypress-bark making the conclave darker and more welcoming to Ayszels scaley form and predilections. The floor creates a soothing shushing noise as feet pad over the braided reed mats that commonly adorn Lhavitian floors. Most of the wood carvings inside are of the Okomo or other antlered animals of the mountains along with playful bushy squirrels darting along the fireplaces mantelpiece.
The entire place was only one room with a short narrow staircase that led upstairs to a bed. Having slept on stone all her life it was the one place that hidden behind a rag of white curtain was unabashedly suited to her Dhani form. The bed was really just a flat hard wooden surface on which to rest her tendrils. Beside the bed was a small table and chair with several withered looking stubs for candles at which she did much of her work. Her chest rested at the end of her bed, enclosing all that which was most precious to her and a short shelf rested across from the bed where her grimoire and small collection of books could be found. Below the small enclave of her bed was the rest of the cottage into which she had squished a table and four chairs, a cabinet in which the various cooking supplies was stowed and a book case in which all the jars of cooking and philtering supplies resided. Seven glass tanks were stacked beneath the small potting table in the garden in a ramshackle way. Above the fire where a simple mantle protruded from the wall sat the candles in honour of the three goddesses Ayszel had sworn herself to and above them a watercolor painting of a seahorse was pinned.
The garden appeared largely empty, with little mole hills under which lay some of the seeds she had brought with her from Falyndar. These were kept closest to the fire in the hopes of replicating the warmth of their homeland. Those furthest from the fireplace were the full grown Lhavitian plants she had been recommended by Solla, their flourishing green stems not yet having wilted under her novice fingertips. Though the place seemed cramped to her she hoped it was adequate and would meet with the expectations of her guests. Like a Chamelean…I need to blend… she thought.
“Good Morning Solla,” Ayszel greeted indicating her presence and respect with a moderate bow. She was beginning to pick up on the Lhavitian Politesse and cultivate her sense of deportment in the face of the rigid rules. “Oh, hello Litka. How did those invitations go?” The woman was obviously well versed in speaking with those unfamiliar with common as she spoke slowly and chose her words with care. Ayszel had mentioned to the elderly caretaker that she had invited Hachia Koat, the guide that had first welcomed her to Lhavit, to dinner once she had settled. The woman had taken several bells to explain the proper etiquette required of the offer and had helped her draw up the appropriate invitations as she had added several others to the meal at Solla’s behest. ”Lhavit is a very communal politically active city, it would do well to invite any who made your welcome here easier, to show your appreciation. If you are inviting one, it is easy to invite others.” Ayszel remembered. As such, she had invited Solla herself as well as Oishi Sakana, her boss, and had sent a timid invitation to Bennar Witt. She had qualms about the latter invitation, but she figured he was more inclined to keep her secret if he was personally linked and invested, after all exposing her now when witnesses could attest to his involvement in a dinner would implicate him as well. Besides, whether she wanted to admit to it or not he had done her a favour and this dinner was about repaying favours.
“They go well then. Thank you. I copy the one we made. I am looking forward to tonight muchly. I must begin cooking though…I have never cooked before…” She confessed. In Zinrah we ate only raw meat and I imagine that will certainly not do for humans seeing as this human form can’t tolerate it. Ayszel murmured to herself silently. “I wondered…who may I ask who cooks?” She asked. While she had books they had not been a principle method learning in Zinrah, in fact beyond the Grimoire and travel book she had never used a book for learning.
“Unfortunately dear we cannot expect to be taught everything by someone else now can we? Sometimes, we must learn for ourselves.” It was very obviously a lecture, for the woman had already done so much to make Ayszel feel at home. “Of course,” Ayszel replied, turning to leave and wondering anxiously how to solve the problem in such short time when she was brought up by the soothing tones of Solla’s voice. “I have a book you may buy though my dear. I have outgrown the recipes myself and my daughter just returned it last night,” She offered, searching amongst the bookshelves of odds and ends.
Turning Ayszel took the worn wooden case of the thin book. Painted on the front was a very wobbly handed painting of what looked like some sort of vegetable pile spilling out from a long brown horn. “It’s a Horn of Plenty,” Solla explained, unwobbling Ayszels confused eyebrows. “The drawings are not very clever but the recipes are very simple and traditional. You should be able to make anything in there without too much trouble,” She smiled, “I’ll give it to you for 55 Kina.”
Ayszel handed the book back, “Thank you but too much,” She replied apologetically. While she still had much to learn about Lhavitian decorum she knew at least that there seemed to be an excessive level of politeness that rang through the open archways, even when negotiating. “50 Kina is my final offer,” Solla said, extending the slight shift of paper toward Ayszel again. A playful gleam danced on the end of her upturned mouth as Ayszel turned to exchange the glittering stones for the book. “You are becoming more Lhavitian each day,” Solla commented in a girlish whisper as their hands met over the exchange. The words struck a painful blow in Ayszels stomach and she struggled to hide the wince with a winning smile. “Thank you.” A knowing passed over Solla’s face as they parted ways, she had seen homesickness as often as she saw Okomo and thought no more of the look.
OOCPurchased:
6 table forks (1cm x 5) =6cm
1 Quart Violet Pitcher = 2 GM
6 Blue Glass Goblets = 6sm x 6 =36sm x 2= 72sm
Blue Glass Vase 5gmx2=10gm
Bread knife x 1 =1cm
Butter knife x 6 =6 cm
Table knife x6 = 6cm
Cooking pot (clay), Gallon = 3sm
Dish 7” x6 (pale blue glazed clay)= 18 cm
Bowl 7” x6 (white glazed clay)= 18 cm
Soup spoon x6 =6cm
Rolling pin = 2sm
Tongs =2sm
Chair, average x6 42sm
Cupboard, average 2gm
Shelf set, average 5sm
Bookcase, average 8gm
Cooking Book 50gm
Bed, poor 1gm
Table, good 3gm
Yellow linen Apron 3sm
TOTAL=89.51 Kina
