
The 20th of Winter 520
It was a day like any other at Tain’s Studio. Nat was fully immersed in a new painting, barely acknowledging Lyra’s presence when she arrived. Tain was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard in the pottery area as per usual, clearly engrossed in his own project. Lyra smiled to herself as she made her way to her station, simply falling into her place in the routine of things. She admired how easy it was to settle into her role there. It felt like she’d simply stumbled upon family working there, and it made her love what she does all that much more because of it.
Her commission for the day was waiting on the table, it’s usual place of rest if Nat and Tain were both busy. Her backpack with her kit still hung from one shoulder while she studied the note left for her.
Today’s piece was for a woman wanting to surprise her husband. She’d married a Svefra and he kept his casinor docked at Lhavit’s Tranquil Port. The note went on to explain that she wanted a portrait of his casinor docked in the port, with a little bit of the surrounding “beach” and coast, with room for Lyra to take a few liberties in how she put it all together.
The idea delighted Lyra, eagerly turning and heading out of the Studio. As a Lhavit native, she knew of the Port Tranquil, but she’d never been there. She’d never had a reason, until now. Her feet carried her along familiar paths while she formed a plan in her head. She’d cross Tenten and Sartu Peaks, make her way down to the Port, make a rough sketch in her notebook, and then head back to the Studio to transfer her ideas to the canvas. Sounded simple enough. Her unfamiliarity with Tenten and Sartu Peaks however might prove to make things slightly more difficult than anticipated.
Finding her way through Tenten Peak was a bit strange but not altogether hard, Lyra keeping her direction as straight as possible, knowing a bridge waited on the other side if she could just not wander too far off course. She kept her head mostly down, not allowing herself to get distracted by the new sights around her. She eventually made it to the bridge and crossed over to Sartu Peak. From here, finding the gates to Lhavit was fairly easy, and she knew there was a path down to the Port at the gates.
She could see some of the Port down below, but the path was steep and she suspected slippery down towards the bottom. She would need to take her time if she wanted to reach the bottom safely. Adjusting her backpack to a more secure position, Lyra took the first step down, followed by the next. She focused her attention on her feet, scanning the ground before taking each step, finding her footing and making sure it was solidly in place before taking the next. It was a slow pace, but one that would ensure her safety.
Word Count: 511
Her commission for the day was waiting on the table, it’s usual place of rest if Nat and Tain were both busy. Her backpack with her kit still hung from one shoulder while she studied the note left for her.
Today’s piece was for a woman wanting to surprise her husband. She’d married a Svefra and he kept his casinor docked at Lhavit’s Tranquil Port. The note went on to explain that she wanted a portrait of his casinor docked in the port, with a little bit of the surrounding “beach” and coast, with room for Lyra to take a few liberties in how she put it all together.
The idea delighted Lyra, eagerly turning and heading out of the Studio. As a Lhavit native, she knew of the Port Tranquil, but she’d never been there. She’d never had a reason, until now. Her feet carried her along familiar paths while she formed a plan in her head. She’d cross Tenten and Sartu Peaks, make her way down to the Port, make a rough sketch in her notebook, and then head back to the Studio to transfer her ideas to the canvas. Sounded simple enough. Her unfamiliarity with Tenten and Sartu Peaks however might prove to make things slightly more difficult than anticipated.
Finding her way through Tenten Peak was a bit strange but not altogether hard, Lyra keeping her direction as straight as possible, knowing a bridge waited on the other side if she could just not wander too far off course. She kept her head mostly down, not allowing herself to get distracted by the new sights around her. She eventually made it to the bridge and crossed over to Sartu Peak. From here, finding the gates to Lhavit was fairly easy, and she knew there was a path down to the Port at the gates.
She could see some of the Port down below, but the path was steep and she suspected slippery down towards the bottom. She would need to take her time if she wanted to reach the bottom safely. Adjusting her backpack to a more secure position, Lyra took the first step down, followed by the next. She focused her attention on her feet, scanning the ground before taking each step, finding her footing and making sure it was solidly in place before taking the next. It was a slow pace, but one that would ensure her safety.
Word Count: 511