At the agreement on needing a big tree for what the Ixam wanted, and that no tree such as that existed, Crylon simply shrugged.
“If no tree, seem two choices. Either give up, not make place. Or, find way make tree, or bring to place. Do or not, seem choices.”
How someone would move a tree so large as that, or make a tree, Crylon was less than clear on. But he felt the logic of his statement was sound, either someone would find a way to do such a thing commonly thought impossible, or have to give up on the task entirely.
“How much hurry you in? Maybe spend time find right tree, and grow? Seen lots of weird things afore. This not seem so odd. Maybe find... Magic fertilizer tree grow thing.”
After explaining his vague notion Crylon shrugged again, not overly concerned on the topic and more focused on the actual idea of designing the place rather than where it would go. If no one designed it properly, then it didn't matter much if they had a place to put it.
The Isur smiled and scratched the Ixam in the spot he had found, seeming to... Understand, what she needed somewhat. Perhaps from their talking, or her gifting of Nura speech to him which had conveyed much more than simple words allowed, or perhaps it was simply an aspect of his gift from Caiyha he had not fully understood before or actively used at least. Or perhaps it was simply him being observant and logical and deducing things from what he had seen. He was glad she liked it, but not surprised as he had known she would in some way.
“Is nice say. Home, Isur, all family in many ways. Family as all Isur, but also all touched by Izurdin. Been long time since... Felt such family type... Thing. Different, in Caiyha, but same in ways.”
Unsure how to put it into common he tried to convey his intent to the best of his abilities, but once more felt common fell short. Particularly compared to other methods of communication.
Crylon, being a rather laid back and accepting fellow, didn't really react to her lick, assuming it was some playful act as it seemed. From what Tazrae the Ixam had said she felt quite isolated, after all having people forget her constantly, and so seemed eager for some closeness. Being exuberant when she found it and playful seemed a natural enough reaction.
“Sometimes, is easy to do. Make. Build. Hammer in forge when someone break sword. Repair. But when thing break not thing can touch, is tricky. Can be.... Frustrate. Understand feeling. I am mostly maker, designer, doer. But not know much either on how fix thing here.”
When the Ixam woman asked and offered to show him a place, the place where she wanted to build Crylon nodded right away, quick to agree. In fact, it was always one of his first steps before he took down the first line of drawing the shape of a building, to see the land itself. For him this was an extension of his abilities, skills, and senses as an architect, understand the land and what it would allow and what it needed. Such things had to be brought to the forefront when designing a place. How would the weight be positioned, how solid was the land? What sort of foundation or reinforcement was needed? If it was a tree some of those things were moot, but he still needed to understand the land and what it needed and could hold.
Crylon followed along after her, noting where he was and which way they went so that he could both get back to where he came from later, while also return to the site later if needed.
Out of the commons... Past a house... Into the jungle past the house... And then on to more beach. So perhaps a route by land was possible by keeping on the coast, if it was on the beach? Currently the place seemed full of plants, some smaller trees relative to what Tazrae wanted, and some Ixam napping. Beyond that was a clearing or cleared area near the beach with a tent inside and little else besides some cut wood. At the odd term though Crylon frowned, trying to work out what she meant. It was not a building term he knew, though perhaps this was a limit of his common and if he saw it he would understand. From context and the other things she said he vaguely got it, but was still unsure.
“Palapa? What exactly that?”
As they headed closer to the tent Tazrae headed inside after shifting her form. Crylon didn't look away nor did he stare, not really off-put by nudity or such but also without anything lewd in his gaze. More it was an appraising look of one trying to see and understand something much akin to how he looked when forcing a piece of metal. Seeing her change it seemed different from other things. It was not like the slow shifting or changing he had seen from the morphing Kelvic back in the Demesne, nor was it the sudden dramatic change of a Kelvic changing between forms. Once she was done changing he began his work of looking around the land, spending some time checking the dirt and soil in a few spots while she changed and gathered something.
As she exited he had dug into the ground and had pulled up a handful of loose soil and was slowly letting if flow through his fingers back into the tiny divot. Dirt, sand, gravel, rock, water, all such different terrains and land had to be understood to build a proper structure, and all the places in between those.
Once he was done and she had returned he dusted his hands clean and took the offered plan. Then he spent a few chimes in silence reading over them, understanding them, seeing what she wanted and needed and was trying to do.
What she had done was well done, but very different from what an Architect would do. Here the focus was on the layout, the types of rooms and things she wanted. While a good start, as an Architect he drew out a design with building it in mind. The actual task of making it, forming it, and turning it into a thing. While similar in intent, the method was quite different.
Most important of all was weight. How much weight could each part support? Where was reinforcement needed? Where was a wall needed to be a bit extra solid? Or where it could be thinner, and only needed to divide a room rather than support weight? Even if inside of a hollowed out or reworked tree such things would still need to be factored in, he thought to himself as he viewed it all.
Another thing he saw was water and bathrooms, which brought up an entirely different set of issues reminding him of some things he had seen back in the Outpost with its free flowing underground source of clean water.
His main concern however was the large open area with the pond and the living area without any supports...
Finally done for the moment Crylon held up the plans to let both of them view them, and gave his thoughts as best he could.
“Is not bad as start. I think with work, I is able make into blueprint for build. But... Would need some changes maybe. Is hard say, without see material. Material affect weight. Both how much hold, and how much is. How much support need. See here... Living and pond place, and also dining and library. No support at all. Is this open to sky? Or closed? Think closed. If mean closed, think need some support somewhere. Preferable... At center of area... Here... Near place where pond crosses to living room...”
Pausing a bit Crylon considered each aspect, trying to voice them as best he could. He was not trying to be rude or critical, but such considerations as this would need to be addressed and put into any proper blueprint before building could begin.
“Also, many bath, much water. Where all come from? Where store? Where go? Where poop go? How come in, come out to leave waste? Where heat? How heat? Have source clean water? How get up to house, up tree?”
Pausing again after his numerous water and waste related questions Crylon thought over the design again before continuing.
“Also, maybe want room for store thing? See closet, but... Other things, maybe want store place. For all use.”
With a smile Crylon met Tazrae's eyes, done pointing at the plans for the moment, and attempting a bit of humor.
“Can tell not Isur, just from looking. Say dream home, but not for Isur. Any Isur home not proper without forge! But is kay, you not Isur, so maybe not need. Most human not want forge in home, not sure why. Though if I build dream place, forge center of place, place work center, more so than place live. But then, different mind, focus, Isur and non-Isur.”
“Is good start, but lots things consider if build. Must plan and answer those, before start, and I put into blueprint for build. Maybe should write down things need figure.... ”
As he finished talking Crylon's elbow bumped up against Tazrae for a moment, and a moment later he felt a stirring in his guts. Not painful, but odd to say the least. Like a worm or small snake was rooting through his innards and pushing on his stomach's edge trying to get out. He had been feeling many such feelings for awhile now, in fact... Thinking back he realized it had been happening ever since he met Caiyha and had swallowed the seed she had given to him... So far he didn't think anything had come from it, but the odd stomach feelings had been increasing of late, and he almost felt like he actually felt his guts move this time. As if the odd tiny snake was rearranging things or making room, or opening a new corridor... His thoughts on buildings such things were what came to mind.
“Tazrae, you say also at tree, meet Caiyha, yes? Did you... Accept eat seed from her? I did, but seem... Stomach snake now. Only after swallow thing.”
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