Open Your Taste is Impeccable (Come on In!)

[Sebastion]

10th of Winter Five Hundred and Twelve Years After the Valterrian oocSo I meant for this post to be shorter, but one thing led to another....and here it is. if anyone is interested in doing your home decorations as well, feel free to post here! I hope its alright that I went a little off track, Shim and Snow's situation was a bit unique to follow the prompt directly. It had been a long day for the dog and the Pycon. Presently they were both covered from head to toe with rotten fruit, thrown from Eypharian children who were clearly not familiar with the concept behind Shuuda. While two stern looking mother’s had come out and ended the harassment, it was too little too late, and now the two companions retreated into an abandoned alleyway to recover. Shim was distraught, more for his canine than for himself. Snowflake, though provided with ample food and water, had become a shadow of her former self. The heat and stress had overcome her, and she got too little sleep, constantly waking in the night in fear for her clay charge. Shim wished he could console the creature, but her natural protective instincts had been run rampant, and their status on the streets had done nothing to alleviate Snow’s heightened sense of sentinel qualities. Now, however, was not time to dwell on this. Shim lay the dog down between a few creates, providing meager shelter for the pair, before rifling through the saddlebags for the water required to clean off the sled dog. Though Snowflake stubbornly began licking herself off, Shim made her cease and desist with a few nudges to her muzzle. On top of everything the dog had to put up with, he didn’t need her ill because of the overripe fruit coating her body. Shim had no brushes or sponges in which to clean off, but Pycon’s weren’t one to stop because of something as small and inconsequential as a lack of tools. Instead the Pycon began with the water, forming his hands into a bowl shape and slowly pouring the clear liquid over the dogs coat, soaking her section by section. Next he formed the bowl into a comb of sorts, making his hands joined and protrude in pointed appendages that could effectively run through her coat and remove the fruit section by section. It was a slow process considering the clay man’s size in comparison to the massive dog that was his mount, but the way Snow’s tail slowly wagged, eyes closed and tongue lolling, every effort was well worth it. Once finished Shim washed himself off, and then scratched Snow’s ears affectionately, the dog tilting her head in order to lap at Shim in return. He smiled, an expression a bit too wide to be comforting to any human entity, but one with which Snow was intimately familiar with. ”Shim is sorry about this Snow, but he has brought many good supplies for us to share, yes?” To be honest Snow had glimpsed almost all of the things Shim had bought in the market today, but since the canine wasn’t expressly interested in fiscal transactions, Shim was convinced that she would be surprised enough to be satisfied with the dog’s reaction. First was the lb of salt. Really Shim hadn’t needed that much, but the seller was very insistent that it could only be bought in this quantity, and he set this aside. The removal of the bag of salt allowed him to remove in a slow and awkward manner, the few yards of cloth underneath. It was simple and a rather ugly color of brown, probably why he had received it for cheap, but it would do for his purposes. The Pycon then set about scrambling up the crates, fastening the corners of the cloth into gaps and places in the crates, creating a tent of sorts above Snow, who was lying beneath. Once this was finished Shim descended to the ground and took out a few handfuls of salt, scattering it about the entrance to the tent. Shim was a firm believer that enough faith in something was the key component of it working. Salt was known for its luck and protective properties of the household, and though their little nook was not what the Pycon would call a home, he truly believed that it would do just the trick. After that he slid the rest of the salt and himself into the tent, removing the saddlebags and pad from the sled dog’s back, crawling inside to get the rest of his goodies. First were the silk undergarments used to line their temporary home, Snow rose and he laid the cloth neatly beneath her before she lay down again. He had received so many ill looks when purchasing this particular product, but even if it was a weak sign of wealth, Shim thought of it as one step to a future where he and Snow could live in comfort and ease, without the haughty glances and the rotten fruit. Finally were the smells to complete the atmosphere. Already Snow seemed about to fall asleep, and even the Pycon was starting to feel the full events of the day hit him like a wall of solid rock. Four sticks of Sky twine Incense were stuck into crate slots, facing outside of the tent in order to prevent a buildup of smoke on the inside of the tent. Crushing sage and lemon balm for the wonderful scents they produced, he scattered some around the incense and the rest inside the tent. To an outside stumbling across the scene it would not be a hopeful, nor cheery sight, but for the two companions inside, it was a night worth celebrating. These were the signs of a foreign and beautiful land, one which Shim was convinced he would overcome no matter the trials, and as Snow closed her eyes and drifted off into one of the first full nights of sleep she had had in nearly a season, Shim curled up on the saddle pad with a proud smile. He had made a home with less than 15 gm, how wonderful was he? Soon he would find a real home, for now….this was good enough for him. The Supplies5 gm 1 lb of Salt 6 gm Silk Undergarments 2 sm 2 oz. of Sage 4 sm 2 oz. Lemon Balm 3 sm 3 yards of common brown fabric ? Sky Twine Incense (4 sticks)