LongNight had ended. Deepfrost had ended with it, and the survivors—of which there were many—had emerged from the Temple into a transformed world. The snow had melted and left behind mud that was persistent and seemed to coat everything in a slimy film. There’d be a long and hard clean-up process, but nothing they couldn’t repair or rebuild, nothing they couldn’t recover from except for the lives they’d lost.
Although it was selfish and cruel, no one Loren had known that well had perished in the week of darkness and monsters, and he entered this Flowerbirth with a renewed sense of purpose. After leading his merry band of family and houseguests back to the Manor, though, the Launceleyn had been appalled to see that the building was in a great deal of disarray. Whether it was from monsters looking to get in, or just an absurd amount of snow and mud, he’d have a lot of work to do to get it back to its former glory. Maybe he’d even make it better: he’d never liked the dark decor, and if they had to refurbish it anyway, he wouldn’t mind some lighter fabrics.
He’d gotten everyone settled back in before starting the clean-up process. Strangely enough, he started with a bathroom on the second floor; it was the one that Rexanna had escaped from, and because the window had been left open the damage was more extensive than most of the rooms. And there was mud everywhere. Though the summoner had all the tools he needed to fix it up, first he needed to get rid of the mud on everything. Though he kept bringing more cloths and water buckets, though, it seemed to creep back into place. Soon, he was downright filthy himself.
@abasi
Although it was selfish and cruel, no one Loren had known that well had perished in the week of darkness and monsters, and he entered this Flowerbirth with a renewed sense of purpose. After leading his merry band of family and houseguests back to the Manor, though, the Launceleyn had been appalled to see that the building was in a great deal of disarray. Whether it was from monsters looking to get in, or just an absurd amount of snow and mud, he’d have a lot of work to do to get it back to its former glory. Maybe he’d even make it better: he’d never liked the dark decor, and if they had to refurbish it anyway, he wouldn’t mind some lighter fabrics.
He’d gotten everyone settled back in before starting the clean-up process. Strangely enough, he started with a bathroom on the second floor; it was the one that Rexanna had escaped from, and because the window had been left open the damage was more extensive than most of the rooms. And there was mud everywhere. Though the summoner had all the tools he needed to fix it up, first he needed to get rid of the mud on everything. Though he kept bringing more cloths and water buckets, though, it seemed to creep back into place. Soon, he was downright filthy himself.
@abasi
