Timestamp: 5th Day of Winter, 512 AV
Below Sanctuary, in the kitchen Within, the embers of the hearth still glowed, though the fire had died out during the night. Vanator laid several split logs on the hearth, then leaned down to blow on the smoldering coals. Tiny tongues of flame sprang to life, licking at the dried wood at one corner. Pooling a measure of res in his palm, the Drykas lured the small fire to expand, adding some fire of his own creation, his breath coaxing more embers to life. In a few ticks, the hearth fire was blazing, warming the large chamber. Soon, Cadra would be in to begin preparing breakfast for the residents of the locked down facility.
Fifteen days Sanctuary had been closed, a draconian but necessary measure taken by Kavala to prevent the Drykas pox from infecting the residents. The healers and herbalists had been making preparations for the worst, readying space and supplies to tend to patients if necessary. The others of Sanctuary had kept themselves busy as well. There was still building to complete and animals to tend to. Van and Leo were working on designs to bolster the defenses of the Sanctuary. Spirits remained good, as everyone found ways to entertain themselves. Rhy and Vanator had a continuing game of cat and mouse, the Kelvic hound stalking the man through the compound as if he were some bull elk. Dust too had proven a boon to the quarantined staff, cheerful and intelligent, and with a surprising mischievous streak.
the Denusk took a pear from the large fruit bowl on the kitchen counter and started a pot of water to heat for tea, though he would not wait for it to boil. He planned to go up Top soon. Snow flurries had started to fall last night and he was curious to see what had accumulated.
