Sometimes her heart was bigger than her head. And sometimes her ideas were bigger than the room. This undertaking was turning out to be one such idea. After leaving the Outback with a few measurements and some notes jotted down on random bits of paper Rekah headed straight for her old home. The home before the Eye, the home before Sin and Sal?s beachfront property, it was the cavern in the woods, the old mining shaft. She still used it to store everything-after all she was still a horrible packrat and needed a place to put away all of the shiny things she acquired each and every week.
She made it about five steps out of the Inn before she remembered the Quill of Infinite doorways.
?Oh you,? Rekah chided the peacock feather as she sketched a door out on the sidewalk much like a child with chalk. Once the door was done she opened it up and slid down the slide. No steps this time.
The door closed behind her and the sidewalk was as it always had been-a normal sidewalk.
She?d only told people half the truth about the quill. She really did know how to use it for the most part. If you know where you want to go it will take you from point A to point B, but Rekah rarely dictated her direction-so she really did end up just anywhere. That was part of the fun. However, tonight she was on a mission.
The door way opened up just in time for her to pop up and off the end of the slide. She even added the flourish of arms above her head in the shape of a ?V? for effect. It was lost on the rocky, damp walls. Even though she didn?t still sleep and live here, she still came by at least once or twice a week to unload her wares and to sift through everything.
?If I were a plant,? she mused as she headed for one of the rooms that held vases, pots, pans, buckets and pails. ?What would I like to live in, if I couldn?t live outside??
She leaned over and picked up a plain plastic bucket and set it on her head. Taking a couple turns around the room.
?No, you?re too dark and you smell funny.? Removing the bucket and carefully setting it back where it had been. Moving through the assortment of cooking utensils and potting items she hummed a quiet little tune. Stopping to pick up another pail-this one was bright yellow and metal. She set it on her head, turned around a couple of times.
?Not so bad?? Then she set it down and stood in it like a Flamingo.
?You?re nice an?cheery. Okay. You can come along.? So the metal, yellow pail was set aside as a definite yes.
This was how the rest of her day progressed trying on different pots, pans, buckets, and vases to see if they were appropriate and comfortable for a plant. Not that she was the authority on such a thing but she figured if it was comfortable for her it would be comfortable for a plant.
Once Rekah had collected around ten different vases, pots, buckets and one coffee cup she stacked them high and headed back up.
?Okay, you are the chosen ones and you have a very important job to do. Onward to your destiny!!? That was the battle cry as she weaved her way to a wall.
Another door was drawn-this one leading back to the Eye? She had much to do.
And she hadn?t even collected sparkles yet.
She made it about five steps out of the Inn before she remembered the Quill of Infinite doorways.
?Oh you,? Rekah chided the peacock feather as she sketched a door out on the sidewalk much like a child with chalk. Once the door was done she opened it up and slid down the slide. No steps this time.
The door closed behind her and the sidewalk was as it always had been-a normal sidewalk.
She?d only told people half the truth about the quill. She really did know how to use it for the most part. If you know where you want to go it will take you from point A to point B, but Rekah rarely dictated her direction-so she really did end up just anywhere. That was part of the fun. However, tonight she was on a mission.
The door way opened up just in time for her to pop up and off the end of the slide. She even added the flourish of arms above her head in the shape of a ?V? for effect. It was lost on the rocky, damp walls. Even though she didn?t still sleep and live here, she still came by at least once or twice a week to unload her wares and to sift through everything.
?If I were a plant,? she mused as she headed for one of the rooms that held vases, pots, pans, buckets and pails. ?What would I like to live in, if I couldn?t live outside??
She leaned over and picked up a plain plastic bucket and set it on her head. Taking a couple turns around the room.
?No, you?re too dark and you smell funny.? Removing the bucket and carefully setting it back where it had been. Moving through the assortment of cooking utensils and potting items she hummed a quiet little tune. Stopping to pick up another pail-this one was bright yellow and metal. She set it on her head, turned around a couple of times.
?Not so bad?? Then she set it down and stood in it like a Flamingo.
?You?re nice an?cheery. Okay. You can come along.? So the metal, yellow pail was set aside as a definite yes.
This was how the rest of her day progressed trying on different pots, pans, buckets, and vases to see if they were appropriate and comfortable for a plant. Not that she was the authority on such a thing but she figured if it was comfortable for her it would be comfortable for a plant.
Once Rekah had collected around ten different vases, pots, buckets and one coffee cup she stacked them high and headed back up.
?Okay, you are the chosen ones and you have a very important job to do. Onward to your destiny!!? That was the battle cry as she weaved her way to a wall.
Another door was drawn-this one leading back to the Eye? She had much to do.
And she hadn?t even collected sparkles yet.