She wrote with a perfect hand from a large desk of rose colored wood. The desk sat at the 11th hour and faced a perfect north. She seemed to be paying no mind as the handmaidens and the goblin worked around her unpacking boxes and crates.
The maidens directed the goblin, as they knew the letter was a message for their Lord. A trip in town had been mostly a good chuckle, but Taini thought she should put it to writing for record?s sake. Taini was compulsive about keeping records over things she thought could be even remotely useful one day, one year or another life time.
The tower?s walls were set in lavish and prepped shelves, perhaps by a predecessor, one of strong history and arcane knowledge, He? or she, had taken to great lengths to have the walls cast and cared to the lengths of preservation of scrolls, charts, books, tomes?. All that went on those shelves, age, heat, moisture, dust, fire, and these things could not be harmed. While Taini had her own spells upon her favored books and artifacts of this nature, she admired the shelves to no end and wished she could have met the one who cast it.
The goblin wrestled tiredly with lifting tomes as big as his head and scrolls as fat as his arms and legs and waddling them over to Tika who awaited each to set in proper order. He wondered how they could tell. Each book seemed as different as any books could be, different sizes of course, but some seemed made of different things, different paper, leather. Some smelled different then others, some opened backwards from the looks of them. Some locked, some tied, some seemed even smaller then a pixie wing. Even a few he thought he heard sounds from!
Even though he could not read, he knew what letters and numbers looked like. And these were blank on front, back, side? His answer came quickly as each binding left Tika?s hand; a rune skittered across the leather and burned a word into the colorful binding.
Maybe it was good he couldn?t talk, he thought and went back to work. A rumble in his stomach reminded him it had been far too long since he ate and to take care less it is even longer.
Lani was with another one of the Maidens as Taini finished the last of her small letter.
There seemed to be no end to the eclectic bottles and beakers, brought and bought to replace those left behind or used. Ornate scales and plane scales, baskets of brass, bowls of silver, trays of glass and orbs of mirrored material, to gadgets of precious metals.
Lani was in charge of setting the crescent shaped table to perfect working order with the most strategic contraption of hooks, hangers, stands, coils? there was no explaining, no giving the perfect description of the living artwork that became the Alchemist?s Set. And below that, blank scrolls and empty cages rested, lonely for ink or subjects.
The last piece, which would make this Taini?s and completely Taini?s, was the special crates in the exact middle of the tower room. Taini?s telescope. Bigger then most private astrologers would care to have and with the runes and numbers that covered it in gilded slides and rings, more then some would dare.
But Taini dared. Taini even called the magically powered machine ?Sister? ? and Lord Dredd had given them a superb gift?. The Tower?s roof could open to the sky and all its celestial telling.
Sure Taini?s gypsy blood ran thick with history and ?gifts? but sometimes the cards and tea?s, the lines in flesh and sand could only tell her so much, the stars?. The stars told her much much more?.
The maidens directed the goblin, as they knew the letter was a message for their Lord. A trip in town had been mostly a good chuckle, but Taini thought she should put it to writing for record?s sake. Taini was compulsive about keeping records over things she thought could be even remotely useful one day, one year or another life time.
The tower?s walls were set in lavish and prepped shelves, perhaps by a predecessor, one of strong history and arcane knowledge, He? or she, had taken to great lengths to have the walls cast and cared to the lengths of preservation of scrolls, charts, books, tomes?. All that went on those shelves, age, heat, moisture, dust, fire, and these things could not be harmed. While Taini had her own spells upon her favored books and artifacts of this nature, she admired the shelves to no end and wished she could have met the one who cast it.
The goblin wrestled tiredly with lifting tomes as big as his head and scrolls as fat as his arms and legs and waddling them over to Tika who awaited each to set in proper order. He wondered how they could tell. Each book seemed as different as any books could be, different sizes of course, but some seemed made of different things, different paper, leather. Some smelled different then others, some opened backwards from the looks of them. Some locked, some tied, some seemed even smaller then a pixie wing. Even a few he thought he heard sounds from!
Even though he could not read, he knew what letters and numbers looked like. And these were blank on front, back, side? His answer came quickly as each binding left Tika?s hand; a rune skittered across the leather and burned a word into the colorful binding.
Maybe it was good he couldn?t talk, he thought and went back to work. A rumble in his stomach reminded him it had been far too long since he ate and to take care less it is even longer.
Lani was with another one of the Maidens as Taini finished the last of her small letter.
There seemed to be no end to the eclectic bottles and beakers, brought and bought to replace those left behind or used. Ornate scales and plane scales, baskets of brass, bowls of silver, trays of glass and orbs of mirrored material, to gadgets of precious metals.
Lani was in charge of setting the crescent shaped table to perfect working order with the most strategic contraption of hooks, hangers, stands, coils? there was no explaining, no giving the perfect description of the living artwork that became the Alchemist?s Set. And below that, blank scrolls and empty cages rested, lonely for ink or subjects.
The last piece, which would make this Taini?s and completely Taini?s, was the special crates in the exact middle of the tower room. Taini?s telescope. Bigger then most private astrologers would care to have and with the runes and numbers that covered it in gilded slides and rings, more then some would dare.
But Taini dared. Taini even called the magically powered machine ?Sister? ? and Lord Dredd had given them a superb gift?. The Tower?s roof could open to the sky and all its celestial telling.
Sure Taini?s gypsy blood ran thick with history and ?gifts? but sometimes the cards and tea?s, the lines in flesh and sand could only tell her so much, the stars?. The stars told her much much more?.