Post by Lothyna on Oct 8, 2010 20:37:50 GMT -5
Wing Leader’s Weyr
Carved into the cliff, V’ton has a nicely spacious weyr for himself and his beloved bronze, consisting of three rooms and the large, well-lit ledge out front. The ledge is where Dysiiliouth prefers to be, often seen lounging, wings draped down and actually hanging over the sides like some giant bronzed clothe. The ledge is large enough for him and a brown to lounge side by side if he’s not sprawled like some large rug over the dense stone of his perch, and leads back into the rest of the Weyr that he and V’ton call home now at Cerulean. A small overhang that requires the bronze not keep his head straight up, but he can fit comfortably under regardless, helps keep some of the rain out, as does a tiny lip, barely a foot tall, that blocks water seeping down from the ledge into the weyr-the ledge itself is at a lower level that the weyr itself.
The main room, the first in a series interconnected, houses a couple simple pictures on the wall, oath of Dysiiliouth as a hatchling, and one painting of him as a Weyrling. V’ton keeps meaning to get one of him now, but has yet to actually commission it. A few furs line a stone bench carved from the wall, done so for purpose not artistry, near the low sleeping couch wallowed to the shape of Dysiiliouth. A table sits along the wall near and entry from the stairs, built sturdy and smooth, which seats up to 8, but only 6 comfortable. It is usually piled with papers, and hides, pertaining to V’tons’ work as Wing Leader and his wing riders and their dragons. A small pile of heavy duty reed stuffed balls lay along the ground, fun ‘training’ toys used by V’ton with his dragon to improve their dexterity and response time, next to racks where V’ton’s flight gear hangs beside the two harnesses he keeps for his dragon. A couple of packs and belts are there are well, used when he explores on the ground or goes to market, and his boots, several worn out pairs and a couple newer ones, are there as well.
The room behind that is V’tons bedchamber, and is perhaps half the size the main room, mostly taken up with a pieced wooden bed frame. The bed is filled with a heavy mattress that is covered in soft pieces together blankets and several warm furs for colder nights, and takes up about 1/5th of the space available. To the side of it is a large chest and clothespress. Both are filled, though all of the clothes save for three nice sets are sturdy leathers for exploring and riding in Thread Fall, or training games with the wing. The chest holds V’ton’s past, bits and pieces of collected items, and his weapons, along with his money and trinkets from friends and lovers over the years. Shelves line the walls and display various tokens and hold some of the reference records and books he uses in his work.
The final room lies off the fourth wall of the bedroom, and is a large bathing chamber with a pool of clean, cycled water from a rain cistern. Several jars are filled with soaps, unguents, and healing melds, along with fresh waters and shampoos. A few towels are stacked on another shelf, and there is a hamper by the door for dirty clothes. Washrags hang on carved wooden hooks set into the wall, and are the only bit of color in the room.
Carved into the cliff, V’ton has a nicely spacious weyr for himself and his beloved bronze, consisting of three rooms and the large, well-lit ledge out front. The ledge is where Dysiiliouth prefers to be, often seen lounging, wings draped down and actually hanging over the sides like some giant bronzed clothe. The ledge is large enough for him and a brown to lounge side by side if he’s not sprawled like some large rug over the dense stone of his perch, and leads back into the rest of the Weyr that he and V’ton call home now at Cerulean. A small overhang that requires the bronze not keep his head straight up, but he can fit comfortably under regardless, helps keep some of the rain out, as does a tiny lip, barely a foot tall, that blocks water seeping down from the ledge into the weyr-the ledge itself is at a lower level that the weyr itself.
The main room, the first in a series interconnected, houses a couple simple pictures on the wall, oath of Dysiiliouth as a hatchling, and one painting of him as a Weyrling. V’ton keeps meaning to get one of him now, but has yet to actually commission it. A few furs line a stone bench carved from the wall, done so for purpose not artistry, near the low sleeping couch wallowed to the shape of Dysiiliouth. A table sits along the wall near and entry from the stairs, built sturdy and smooth, which seats up to 8, but only 6 comfortable. It is usually piled with papers, and hides, pertaining to V’tons’ work as Wing Leader and his wing riders and their dragons. A small pile of heavy duty reed stuffed balls lay along the ground, fun ‘training’ toys used by V’ton with his dragon to improve their dexterity and response time, next to racks where V’ton’s flight gear hangs beside the two harnesses he keeps for his dragon. A couple of packs and belts are there are well, used when he explores on the ground or goes to market, and his boots, several worn out pairs and a couple newer ones, are there as well.
The room behind that is V’tons bedchamber, and is perhaps half the size the main room, mostly taken up with a pieced wooden bed frame. The bed is filled with a heavy mattress that is covered in soft pieces together blankets and several warm furs for colder nights, and takes up about 1/5th of the space available. To the side of it is a large chest and clothespress. Both are filled, though all of the clothes save for three nice sets are sturdy leathers for exploring and riding in Thread Fall, or training games with the wing. The chest holds V’ton’s past, bits and pieces of collected items, and his weapons, along with his money and trinkets from friends and lovers over the years. Shelves line the walls and display various tokens and hold some of the reference records and books he uses in his work.
The final room lies off the fourth wall of the bedroom, and is a large bathing chamber with a pool of clean, cycled water from a rain cistern. Several jars are filled with soaps, unguents, and healing melds, along with fresh waters and shampoos. A few towels are stacked on another shelf, and there is a hamper by the door for dirty clothes. Washrags hang on carved wooden hooks set into the wall, and are the only bit of color in the room.