Day 8 of Winter 515AV
Yesterday Brandon had only just arrived, and already he had done most of the necessary things he believed were important to have gotten out of the way first. He’d informed after the state of affairs, the major recent events, and of course he’d exchanged the Pinions he’d earned in Wind Reach to Lhavit’s own currency; Kina. He had also found out that his house hadn’t been among those that had been destroyed by the landslide, which was extremely fortunate. If all his belongings rested below the Zintia peak, there really was no reason to stay in the Diamond of Kalea.
Fortunately, that wasn’t the case at all, and Brandon had been more than glad to sleep in his own bed, in his own house. Ah, and here he didn’t have to get up to work. Here Brandon lived by his own rhythm, doing what he wanted, whenever he wanted. The best way of living. Yesterday he’d been awake until the wee hours, so he’d slept all day, only waking up when the dusk rest was about to start. Ah, good old nocturnal rhythm that was absolutely no bother in Lhavit at all. Gods bless Zintila’s crystal city of duality!
Today he wasn’t going to do all that much, but what he would do was rather important. Quietly he padded over to the chest standing lonely against the wall, a large layer of dust gathered on its lid. To be fair, there was a thick layer of dust everywhere, even on the floor. Perhaps he should clean a bit, his house was in dire need of it, although housework was certainly not at the top of the Kelvic’s list of pleasant activities. He sighed, hated or not, it would have to happen, if only for the sake of the contents of his chest. He wasn’t going to place his beloved scarf in the dust! It’d only become a dirty rag if he did.
So he cleaned, borrowing a broom from his neighbors, sweeping all the dirt and dust bunnies out of his house. Despite the place being extremely dusty, it wasn’t really all that unclean. There were no rats that had infested his home, much unlike his room in Wind Reach; possibly a result of there not being any bit of food left in the whole of his residence. Well, that and Lhavit was quite clean, it had to be, with all those people who cleaned up the streets if the crystalline city for a living. Okomo droppings couldn’t –no matter how sacred the creatures were- be allowed to crust on the walkways. Never mind the sight, but think of the smell! Personal hygiene was not one of Brandon’s priorities, but no one wanted to have to walk through inches of crusted poop. The diamond of Kalea would get a different nickname quite soon, if that were to happen.
Yesterday Brandon had only just arrived, and already he had done most of the necessary things he believed were important to have gotten out of the way first. He’d informed after the state of affairs, the major recent events, and of course he’d exchanged the Pinions he’d earned in Wind Reach to Lhavit’s own currency; Kina. He had also found out that his house hadn’t been among those that had been destroyed by the landslide, which was extremely fortunate. If all his belongings rested below the Zintia peak, there really was no reason to stay in the Diamond of Kalea.
Fortunately, that wasn’t the case at all, and Brandon had been more than glad to sleep in his own bed, in his own house. Ah, and here he didn’t have to get up to work. Here Brandon lived by his own rhythm, doing what he wanted, whenever he wanted. The best way of living. Yesterday he’d been awake until the wee hours, so he’d slept all day, only waking up when the dusk rest was about to start. Ah, good old nocturnal rhythm that was absolutely no bother in Lhavit at all. Gods bless Zintila’s crystal city of duality!
Today he wasn’t going to do all that much, but what he would do was rather important. Quietly he padded over to the chest standing lonely against the wall, a large layer of dust gathered on its lid. To be fair, there was a thick layer of dust everywhere, even on the floor. Perhaps he should clean a bit, his house was in dire need of it, although housework was certainly not at the top of the Kelvic’s list of pleasant activities. He sighed, hated or not, it would have to happen, if only for the sake of the contents of his chest. He wasn’t going to place his beloved scarf in the dust! It’d only become a dirty rag if he did.
So he cleaned, borrowing a broom from his neighbors, sweeping all the dirt and dust bunnies out of his house. Despite the place being extremely dusty, it wasn’t really all that unclean. There were no rats that had infested his home, much unlike his room in Wind Reach; possibly a result of there not being any bit of food left in the whole of his residence. Well, that and Lhavit was quite clean, it had to be, with all those people who cleaned up the streets if the crystalline city for a living. Okomo droppings couldn’t –no matter how sacred the creatures were- be allowed to crust on the walkways. Never mind the sight, but think of the smell! Personal hygiene was not one of Brandon’s priorities, but no one wanted to have to walk through inches of crusted poop. The diamond of Kalea would get a different nickname quite soon, if that were to happen.
Credit goes to Nyxie Nadira Draer