Post by rhio on Apr 16, 2006 20:56:53 GMT -5
The last of a brown dust cloud billowed its way out the door, spreading out in a quiet explosion before becoming part of the dirt on the road. Feminine-like figure nodded his head with satisfaction, seeing that he finally clearing the last of that rubbish the last runesmith left behind. The shop that was once filled with broke wooden and rust, even a drip from a pipe of a lavatory he would never use. Very little could tell that it was once a dump for the guy that never took his job at all seriously.
The wood of the counter was reborn in a sense of the word. The square block of timber was reshaped into contours and smooth on every surface. Engraved patterns were fashioned along the corners in a runic language that makes his people would understand if they were to see him, and know it was a prayer giving safely to anyone with his place or maybe old fables of his people. A thin dye was pressured into the smoothed wood and highlighted these designs very well including even the furniture a unique tint than tan or wood. Fidal has adopted many methods of the Saigan architecture when he remodel this place, from using painted clay coating to reshape the dull wood chairs and stools to liquid ice, a crystal that can be formed and reshaped using the powers of the mind, and has made quite a decorative artwork along the walls and floor of the place.
The storage in the back was cleaned but never remodeled in the splendor like the front lobby, but around the archway to the storage room was a sylvan structure of a tree. Its wood was crystalline in a sense, branching out along the walls but not from the wall...and thick trunks with forage marked the many areas of the fairy's actual workshop. Whether it was a area for his tattoo materials, embroidery, or hard ink scripting, it was in that tree-like place, including the storage of money within the roots. Even if a thief manages to break into the place, gold would be too small for him to consider unless Fidal restored it to its proper size first. However, to amuse the ones loving to break in, he bought a new safe and put it in the storage area with his magical locks, but no gold inside.
Putting the broom beside the door, Fidal sighed, finally content with the place and converted into his ordinal size, going onto a flowering branch along his shop. As he leaned back on the trunk, an albino flying squirrel raced up along the maze of vines and went to his side. The fairy didn't pay it a mind, although those two cautious birds cried in the distance, probably over nothing.
They are so much like their master. Fidal mused languidly, remembering his friends back in Sagia, including one very quick-tempted, open-minded queen that insist the birds to go with him.
The wood of the counter was reborn in a sense of the word. The square block of timber was reshaped into contours and smooth on every surface. Engraved patterns were fashioned along the corners in a runic language that makes his people would understand if they were to see him, and know it was a prayer giving safely to anyone with his place or maybe old fables of his people. A thin dye was pressured into the smoothed wood and highlighted these designs very well including even the furniture a unique tint than tan or wood. Fidal has adopted many methods of the Saigan architecture when he remodel this place, from using painted clay coating to reshape the dull wood chairs and stools to liquid ice, a crystal that can be formed and reshaped using the powers of the mind, and has made quite a decorative artwork along the walls and floor of the place.
The storage in the back was cleaned but never remodeled in the splendor like the front lobby, but around the archway to the storage room was a sylvan structure of a tree. Its wood was crystalline in a sense, branching out along the walls but not from the wall...and thick trunks with forage marked the many areas of the fairy's actual workshop. Whether it was a area for his tattoo materials, embroidery, or hard ink scripting, it was in that tree-like place, including the storage of money within the roots. Even if a thief manages to break into the place, gold would be too small for him to consider unless Fidal restored it to its proper size first. However, to amuse the ones loving to break in, he bought a new safe and put it in the storage area with his magical locks, but no gold inside.
Putting the broom beside the door, Fidal sighed, finally content with the place and converted into his ordinal size, going onto a flowering branch along his shop. As he leaned back on the trunk, an albino flying squirrel raced up along the maze of vines and went to his side. The fairy didn't pay it a mind, although those two cautious birds cried in the distance, probably over nothing.
They are so much like their master. Fidal mused languidly, remembering his friends back in Sagia, including one very quick-tempted, open-minded queen that insist the birds to go with him.