Post by lovedbyyendis on Oct 29, 2020 22:47:32 GMT -5
Aria spent the day wandering around Suzail, entering shop after shop before finally making a purchase. She heads back to her room at the Griffon and spends the rest of the night reading and working on her gift.
The lute was made of oak, finely crafted, but affordable. She sat looking at it for a long time, reading in between. It sat across the room leaned next to the fireplace. She read through her journals, her sketches of Yendis, her studies of legends, heroes, and Tyr.
Finally, she made her way across the room and picked up the lute slowly, running her hands over the smooth, flat surface. She smiled some before sitting and pulling her carving kit out.
Carefully she removed the strings, setting them aside. Then, she spent the next few hours carving until her eyes drooped with sleepiness. She returned the lute to its place and crawled into bed.
She slept well, hard, and it was mid-morning when she awoke.
The sun was shining through the window and illuminating the lute that she'd spent the night with before. She sat up slowly and smiled.
It was quiet downstairs, most of the travelers had been well on their way. The locals were otherwise busy and Kale was happy to serve her a small bit of breakfast. She sat near bookshelves and hummed quietly while she ate.
Returning upstairs she sat on the floor near the fire with her toolkit close by. She plucked a small pointed tool from its case and sat with the lute in her lap, concentrating and wanting perfection. She took her time and moved her hands slowly, methodically, precisely - not a movement was made without thoughts of what it would do for the final piece.
She blew the last bit of carving from the lute and ran her hand over it. Smiling, she held it in front of her to observe and critique what she'd done. The sun had long went down and the only light was from the fireplace. She stretched her legs out in front of her and watched as the flickering flames danced around, playing with the shadows of each thoughtful etching.
It was perfect.
She reattached the strings carefully, working to tune them just right. Then finally, wrapped the lute with blue decorative paper.
She looked at the moon outside and decided that despite the late hour she was too excited to wait. She grabbed her things, the blue gift, and headed to Emorikal's door.
*knock knock knock*
She nearly buzzed with anticipation as she awaiting his answer.
The lute was made of oak, finely crafted, but affordable. She sat looking at it for a long time, reading in between. It sat across the room leaned next to the fireplace. She read through her journals, her sketches of Yendis, her studies of legends, heroes, and Tyr.
Finally, she made her way across the room and picked up the lute slowly, running her hands over the smooth, flat surface. She smiled some before sitting and pulling her carving kit out.
Carefully she removed the strings, setting them aside. Then, she spent the next few hours carving until her eyes drooped with sleepiness. She returned the lute to its place and crawled into bed.
She slept well, hard, and it was mid-morning when she awoke.
The sun was shining through the window and illuminating the lute that she'd spent the night with before. She sat up slowly and smiled.
It was quiet downstairs, most of the travelers had been well on their way. The locals were otherwise busy and Kale was happy to serve her a small bit of breakfast. She sat near bookshelves and hummed quietly while she ate.
Returning upstairs she sat on the floor near the fire with her toolkit close by. She plucked a small pointed tool from its case and sat with the lute in her lap, concentrating and wanting perfection. She took her time and moved her hands slowly, methodically, precisely - not a movement was made without thoughts of what it would do for the final piece.
She blew the last bit of carving from the lute and ran her hand over it. Smiling, she held it in front of her to observe and critique what she'd done. The sun had long went down and the only light was from the fireplace. She stretched her legs out in front of her and watched as the flickering flames danced around, playing with the shadows of each thoughtful etching.
It was perfect.
She reattached the strings carefully, working to tune them just right. Then finally, wrapped the lute with blue decorative paper.
She looked at the moon outside and decided that despite the late hour she was too excited to wait. She grabbed her things, the blue gift, and headed to Emorikal's door.
*knock knock knock*
She nearly buzzed with anticipation as she awaiting his answer.