SEVEN. [Action]

[blessingone]

[Fenimore's spent much of the morning walking the road between the shops and house 34, ferrying large bottles that she's filled with every bead she can get her hands on. She's walking quickly, or as quickly as her fairly short legs will allow, and her expression is purposeful. Before it starts raining, she can be found struggling to transport a large standing loom, largely by shoving and, twice after the rainfall started, she could be found with a beach umbrella in each hand, wobbling slightly due to the unbalanced configuration.

Afternoon will find her on the side of the road near the bridge under the four beach umbrellas she had set up in a square that morning. The standing loom is facing the water and, every now and then, she looks past it to examine the colours of the water. A beaded tapestry of a landscape is taking form through the afternoon and likely much of the evening.

But Fenimore is not particularly artistic, however inspired to attempt this much larger beading project than she’s ever tried, so the proportions of the landscape are a bit off. It might be particularly hard to tell that the grass furthest in the foreground is on a hill leading down to the greatly curved beach, but both components should at least be recognizable from the colours: green of largely the same shade for the grass and an alternating pattern of two sandy colours on the beach. To the left, a darker swath of green may be recognizable as a forest, but the angle chosen doesn't permit one to see if any trees are on the right.

It's easy to see, once she reaches that high in the weaving, that most of the attention has been lavished on the ocean. A wide array of shades of blue have been used, suggesting deeper portions and the occasional wave. It may not be skilfully done, but it was certainly carefully done. By the time she reaches near the top of the tapestry, it becomes clear that the sky is also blue, of a much brighter shade than the ocean, with only a couple of clouds.

Feel free to catch her at any point of time during the day. Note: tagging will be slow the rare times I can go online tomorrow, but I wanted to take advantage of the player plot.]

Comments

[blessingone]

[Oh. Oh, well, that's okay then.] Ugh. That sounds awful.

[markofthewise]

Hey. Don't judge it until you've seen it.

sorry for disappearing unexpectedly

[blessingone]

It got pretty cold back home in the winter. Maybe it was a little pretty at first, but being cold and being unable to swim both got old really fast.

[markofthewise]

Well, swimming is fun. But there's fun stuff you can do when it's cold. Like on the frozen lakes.

[blessingone]

I guess it's fun when it first freezes. But I really prefer swimming to skating.

[markofthewise]

How about penguin sledding?

[blessingone]

...What sledding?

[markofthewise]

Penguins. They're like... birds, kind of. Without the beak. [Comparing animal morphology of his world to others is hard, okay.] They have four wings, but they don't fly. They swim in the ice and are great at sliding down ice banks. Me and my sister used to ride them them when we were little.

[blessingone]

...You sledded on birds. [Now she's heard everything.]

[markofthewise]

... yes. So? [He sees nothing at all weird about this.]

[blessingone]

But...that's.... [She feels unable to describe the weirdness, as it seems obvious enough to her.]

...It wasn't dangerous at all?

[markofthewise]

Yeah, it was pretty dangerous. That's what made it so fun.

[blessingone]

[She sighs. Boys. Even though he just said his sister did it too.] If you say so.

[markofthewise]

Too bad there was no penguins here in the winter, though...

[blessingone]

It doesn't sound like there'd be enough ice for that here. Unless you can ride them accross something as flat as the lake.

[markofthewise]

My sister could have figured out something. Although she wasn't here for the winter, so... moot point.

[blessingone]

What is she, some kind of penguin sledding champion?

[markofthewise]

She wishes. She's just able to bend water, so she could make an ice slide for the purpose of sledding.

[blessingone]

[Bend water? How do you--?] She redirects rivers?

[markofthewise]

... it's like magic. [Ah, the easy way to avoid explanations.]

[blessingone]

Oh, magic. [That makes sense.] Would it really be worth the bother, though?

[markofthewise]

Well, we don't have the penguins, so...

[blessingone]

I had meant even with the penguins. But it doesn't really matter.

[markofthewise]

Yeah, I guess. Besides, swimming is good.

[blessingone]

Well, of course. Especially in this heat. [Since she hasn't changed from long sleeves on a long dress, all summer weather is too warm.]