Timestamp: 49th of Winter, 522 A.V.
Tazrae normally enjoyed visiting The Outpost, or at least she had at first. But then she’d met Ialari and had gone to The Dominion with a Domineer who shared her vision. Through Ialari’s explanation and her own experience living in the Gold Lake Dominion of her grandfathers… Taz had literally had enough of them. The Innkeeper knew the fragility of the place.
Taz understood that everyone here was under Xyna’s control. And that control put The Outpost at a Goddess’ whim, whimsey, mercy, moods, and any other hundreds of factors that may or may not influence how The Outpost ran. Deities died even. What happened then? Ialari had told her when a Domineer died, their Dominions were cast loose, abandoned… did that mean if Xyna somehow vanished that all ties to the human world from this Dominion would be severed?
Would people be stranded here?
How would trade continue to happen? There was nothing here that grew food or produced animals. The people would be hard-pressed to survive. And even though the Goddess was all about commerce and industry… even money… everyone had a bad day. Taz had slowly learned, over the last year, that the Gods were more like people than people liked to think.
The Innkeeper turned Wildling didn’t want to be around when if anything happened. The Outpost might very well last for thousands of years without incident… but that didn’t mean it wasn’t vulnerable. She might visit briefly when she had no choice, but otherwise, she was completely and utterly for severing all ties with The Outpost. While it was saturated in magic, it didn’t feel like the kind of magic that called to Tazrae. She literally wanted no part of it because it was so utterly disconnected from the natural world.
Meanwhile, since she had business here that needed wrapped up, Taz was going to take advantage of that.
She was planning on doing some browsing on this last trip, getting some last-minute décor for the suites that were most of the way done. They needed a Benshira touch with a tropical flare. They’d taken down the roof of The Protea already, carefully board by board, and had set it all aside to reassemble after the additional floor was put on and the wall went up. That wood was carefully stored under a mountain of oilskin tarps alongside fresh planed lumber fresh from the sawmill.
New stairways were installed…one off the main gathering room that lead up to the decks outside the Suvan and Sun Suite. The Moon Suite had its own accessible spiral staircase off the outside. Taz had plans to take all the furniture up before the walls were built, so buying things now made more sense than later so they could plan the construction around some of the larger pieces.
The Ixam were a little upset by the workers swarming the site, and had relocated to Garden Beach voluntarily. Taz had quickly realized with Standing Tall in charge, there was little need for her to drop by daily and lend a hand. She still stopped by, marking the progress, and cooking for the workers, but by and large, the building was on schedule. It was, in her estimate, going well, and though she missed all the hostessing and work involved with running an Inn… she was not upset to have additional time off to work on her own place and wander.
