Every Pattern is Woven (Lucian)

[Shai]

Timestamp: 6th of WInter 514

Shai propped open the double doors on their storage room. Attached to the storefront, the storeroom possessed a heavy layer of dust mostly of the sawed variety. The room had seen little use since construction, that changed this morning. In truth, it was late for Shai who kept nocturnal hours but seasons changed and the spider had to accept time.

She could feel him, a consciousness nestled in the back of mind. He was drawing closer. Without turning, the spider smiled. “Lucian, is this the last of your things?” The salty brine of the sea cloaked the otherwise unhidden woman. It was rare although the raven had little chance of knowing that, when they first recalled meeting she had been similarly clothed. Snug black pants and boots with a loose sleeve top.

The ground was frosted over gently, no true snow just morning dew turned ice. That wouldn’t last for long. Shai’s second bed upstairs had been an accident more than anything, a flaw in planning but the serendipity wasn’t lost on her. Fate would have his way.

Turning back into the storeroom, she looked over the empty space. “If there is anything too heavy to pulling upstairs, we can keep it here for now.. You should have enough room for your things though, if you need any furniture we can go to Cutters and Carvers and fix that. They do good work.” There was a mixed sadness with the mention of the carpentry business, but she didn’t explain further or let it show on her face.

The spider intended to make a business herself, a way to survive on a wit which would dull much later than her limbs. The idea had been slow in coming, but she had over the season of Fall decided upon tailoring. It was her ancestral profession and memories were there to guide her hands. “But it just doesn’t fit who I am…” she muttered to herself. If Seamstress had been her destiny it would have surely occurred in Kalinor, where instead she had become a courier still active in the sedentary nest.

No, Shai was shadows and whispered secrets. Her eyes flew wide open. “Secrets… Lucian when you are done come here, we need to speak about something.” Plans began winding through her mind, Chell was even beginning to stir with a curious noise telepathically. The Irylid was sitting on the second floor loft, inert. Shai didn’t have a connection strong enough to know his thoughts without his conscious effort, but she suspected during his long silences he was thinking out complex scenarios. He had learned much from his strange escapades with her, and it seemed to be affecting him more and more recently.

Shai pulled a chair forward from the storefront and sat to think. “How heavy of an object can you fly with?” Her fingers intertwined over her lap, “Could you fly with a handkerchief tied around your neck or foot?”

[Lucian Hill]

The raven did not have much to move from his previous dwelling. The furniture was left inside the drafty apartment, though Lucian himself had been a bit reluctant to sell his old apartment until he remembered how cold it was during winter, and the better-made and newer house Shai lived in put up a much better fight. Mizas had exchanged hands that day, and Lucian was surprised he had made it to the Scars territory without being mugged. Shai had a but to help with that, but he was now the proud owner of 500 extra gold mizas. He would need a lockbox for this.

The two bags of Mizas he had recieved, 250 shiny, golden mizas in each one, were attached to his belt which was in turn hidden under a long, black wool cloak. He did not yet untie them, though he would soon enough. It was dangerous to walk around with that much money. The widow knew he had come without turning around, though by simply hearing his steps or something else he didn't know. He felt her presence draw nearer when he was walking, so he assumed she felt the same thing. In his arms, he only carried the few belongings he had left - a set of clothing, which had been carried in a third, larger bag. The old, poorly made furniture of the old apartment stayed in the old apartment, and he sold them with the rest of the building.

"The only thing I left were these clothes. I left the furniture there, I don't need 'em," He grinned now, moving his cloak to show the two stuffed bags of Miza. "I've sold my old place. I've got about 500 more mizas now." How the old place had been worth that much was one mystery he did not feel like exploring. The raven set the items on a table now, ready to have Shai bring them to the second story for him. He knew they were planning on getting a ladder, but for now he had to shift to even get up to his bed. She, on the other hand, could crawl up walls like a spider.

"I dunno really what else we should get...I'll leave that up to you, but I need a lockbox. I'll keep it in the roof." He felt the slightest, smallest tinge of sadness accompany her mention of the carpentry business, but the raven didn't say anything. Lucian still stood, pondering her further questions about how much he could carry. "I've never thought about it, but I probably could, yeah. Why?"

Receipt :

+500 GM for selling house, approved by Avarice