Timestamp: 35th of Summer, 514 AV
Lenore turned over the aurically painted birds in his palms. He had slathered a finishing lacquer over top of the nearly metallic paint and they reflected light. It would have worked but the more he examined the fat little statue the more the nuit came upon a conclusion. It was simply over-complicated. The tiny figurine would need to see, speak, and hear. Rubbing his slowly thumb over the bird’s back. The skin on his finger stretched, just a bit too loose. After this animation he would seek out a new vessel, to be fully prepared for the judgment.
He stowed the bird carvings into his pocket, they would be of use someday certainly. Instead, the decaying corpse set out to find mirrors. Certainly not for his own vanity, because the young boy whose body he infested had a mop of brownish blonde hair that had fallen completely unkempt at this juncture.
The door could be modified fairly easily to his new purpose. He would mount a tiny bell within the rectangular hole he had carved out early. Then secure mirrors on both sides of the door. A considerably more simple solution than the birds. Lenore only worried that it might be too simple to appease the judges. Still he wouldn’t allow another judgment to pass him by. The nuit would take his chances and if he failed, then they would see him again in Fall.
Lenore found the bell nestled in a basket of assorted trinkets. It had certainly seen use and it resembled that chimes from an animal’s tack. Still the nuit felt fortuitous, if this project worked at all it would be due to serendipity. Significant changes this late in the planning could prove disastrous. The novice carver snatched a long slender nail before shuffling back to his work space.
It was a simple matter to tap the nail into the top of the hole In the door. He used a pair of pliers to leverage the remaining stem of the nail into a closed loop. With a small piece of twine he tied the bell to the loop. Setting the door upright elicited a tinkle from the dangling auric orb.
Lenore’s next venture was to locate two mirrors. Finding the mirrors meant he had to wander into the other common lab. Still he found a stack of the self-portals leaning against a wall. Combing through them he pulled out two that were already framed. One had a particularly gaudy affair with strange carvings around the side. Regardless it would do. He carted these back to his workspace and his reappropriated door.
He stowed the bird carvings into his pocket, they would be of use someday certainly. Instead, the decaying corpse set out to find mirrors. Certainly not for his own vanity, because the young boy whose body he infested had a mop of brownish blonde hair that had fallen completely unkempt at this juncture.
The door could be modified fairly easily to his new purpose. He would mount a tiny bell within the rectangular hole he had carved out early. Then secure mirrors on both sides of the door. A considerably more simple solution than the birds. Lenore only worried that it might be too simple to appease the judges. Still he wouldn’t allow another judgment to pass him by. The nuit would take his chances and if he failed, then they would see him again in Fall.
Lenore found the bell nestled in a basket of assorted trinkets. It had certainly seen use and it resembled that chimes from an animal’s tack. Still the nuit felt fortuitous, if this project worked at all it would be due to serendipity. Significant changes this late in the planning could prove disastrous. The novice carver snatched a long slender nail before shuffling back to his work space.
It was a simple matter to tap the nail into the top of the hole In the door. He used a pair of pliers to leverage the remaining stem of the nail into a closed loop. With a small piece of twine he tied the bell to the loop. Setting the door upright elicited a tinkle from the dangling auric orb.
Lenore’s next venture was to locate two mirrors. Finding the mirrors meant he had to wander into the other common lab. Still he found a stack of the self-portals leaning against a wall. Combing through them he pulled out two that were already framed. One had a particularly gaudy affair with strange carvings around the side. Regardless it would do. He carted these back to his workspace and his reappropriated door.
