Mn. I've got it at the house right now. Unfortunately can't manage it well without two hands, so it's gathering more dust then I'd like.
[He tries not to sound too bitter, carefully leading Elliot to the smaller of the two buildings, hanging the lantern near the front door before opening it for the other redhead. Wow he has manners??? Who knew.]
I need to grab something from the storehouse first, but uh. Help yourself. It should be over on the table near the fireplace.
[It's a small space, only two rooms split off by a doorless entryway, stone walls and wooden floors. But every corner leans some sort of tool, either fully realized or a half-made trinket of leather and metal and wood. One corner holds a bare bones kitchen, meat preserved, jars of vinegars and oils and spices very carefully lined up, with only a vibrant selection of fruit showing that anyone had even been in here recently, considering none have spotted from decay. The walls are lined with dried flowers and greenery tied up with twine, especially at a small pedestal decorated only with an unlit, half worn candle and two empty metal stands. To the other corner of the first room lies a small stone hearth, a mess of down and straw and cotton blankets strewn nearby in what is probably a bed of some sort, while opposite sits a table short enough that one must either kneel or cross their legs. More bits of metal and wood litter the surface, framing the long, ebony colored zither that currently sits, fully strung but unplayed. Next to it sits a book, scrawled with sheet music.
Really, the more he might look, there are just Secret Books all over the place and it's just the first room.]
no subject
[He tries not to sound too bitter, carefully leading Elliot to the smaller of the two buildings, hanging the lantern near the front door before opening it for the other redhead. Wow he has manners??? Who knew.]
I need to grab something from the storehouse first, but uh. Help yourself. It should be over on the table near the fireplace.
[It's a small space, only two rooms split off by a doorless entryway, stone walls and wooden floors. But every corner leans some sort of tool, either fully realized or a half-made trinket of leather and metal and wood. One corner holds a bare bones kitchen, meat preserved, jars of vinegars and oils and spices very carefully lined up, with only a vibrant selection of fruit showing that anyone had even been in here recently, considering none have spotted from decay. The walls are lined with dried flowers and greenery tied up with twine, especially at a small pedestal decorated only with an unlit, half worn candle and two empty metal stands. To the other corner of the first room lies a small stone hearth, a mess of down and straw and cotton blankets strewn nearby in what is probably a bed of some sort, while opposite sits a table short enough that one must either kneel or cross their legs. More bits of metal and wood litter the surface, framing the long, ebony colored zither that currently sits, fully strung but unplayed. Next to it sits a book, scrawled with sheet music.
Really, the more he might look, there are just Secret Books all over the place and it's just the first room.]