RE: SeaWyrm's Talon Exercises
11-15-2012, 07:15 PM
"Seven - no wait - Eight more to go."
"Eight?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid so. Three green ones, three red ones and two purple."
I sighed and stripped off my gloves. "At least we're done with the orange," I said.
"Yeah, for now," said Pat. "There are more orders for the orange coming in tomorrow."
"Swell," I said, leaning wearily on the big, metal edge finisher. "Can we take a break for a little bit?"
Pat scowled. "Don't you want to get this over with?"
"Yeah, but I need some air. Just a few minutes"
"Okay, fine," said Pat. "I should probably go re-prime brushes anyway. And take a trip to the restroom."
I nodded. "Back in ten," I said. I hung my gloves on their hook and walked outside into the air and sunlight.
The workshop was at the very top of an old tower, something the Ancients built out of stone centuries ago, then forgot about. Parts of it were still "natural," covered in red vines and home to nesting Nynoths. Around the tower, jungle stretched out for as far as one could see.
I leaned on an old stone wall and stared appreciatively out at it. The view almost made the job worthwhile. That and the pay, at least.
"Hey there," said a warm, feminine voice. I looked around.
"I'm up here," she said.
I looked up. There, perched smugly on the top of the wall like a sunning jaguar, sat the most gorgeous being I had ever seen. She wore a tawny yellow fleece jacket over a practical shirt. Her pants were covered in pockets. Her feet were covered in boots. I fell instantly in love.
There was something about her face, too - a slightly flattened nose, a sleekness to her brow, a suggestion of stripes in her facial complexion - that suggested she'd turned slightly native. It made her seem exotic.
"Hello," I said.
"What brings you up here?" she purred. No, I mean she actually purred, from deep in her throat.
"I'm on break," I croaked. I did not actually croak.
"I see." I'd thought she was being flirtatious, but then she turned abruptly away from me, ignoring me.
---15 Mins---
"Eight?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid so. Three green ones, three red ones and two purple."
I sighed and stripped off my gloves. "At least we're done with the orange," I said.
"Yeah, for now," said Pat. "There are more orders for the orange coming in tomorrow."
"Swell," I said, leaning wearily on the big, metal edge finisher. "Can we take a break for a little bit?"
Pat scowled. "Don't you want to get this over with?"
"Yeah, but I need some air. Just a few minutes"
"Okay, fine," said Pat. "I should probably go re-prime brushes anyway. And take a trip to the restroom."
I nodded. "Back in ten," I said. I hung my gloves on their hook and walked outside into the air and sunlight.
The workshop was at the very top of an old tower, something the Ancients built out of stone centuries ago, then forgot about. Parts of it were still "natural," covered in red vines and home to nesting Nynoths. Around the tower, jungle stretched out for as far as one could see.
I leaned on an old stone wall and stared appreciatively out at it. The view almost made the job worthwhile. That and the pay, at least.
"Hey there," said a warm, feminine voice. I looked around.
"I'm up here," she said.
I looked up. There, perched smugly on the top of the wall like a sunning jaguar, sat the most gorgeous being I had ever seen. She wore a tawny yellow fleece jacket over a practical shirt. Her pants were covered in pockets. Her feet were covered in boots. I fell instantly in love.
There was something about her face, too - a slightly flattened nose, a sleekness to her brow, a suggestion of stripes in her facial complexion - that suggested she'd turned slightly native. It made her seem exotic.
"Hello," I said.
"What brings you up here?" she purred. No, I mean she actually purred, from deep in her throat.
"I'm on break," I croaked. I did not actually croak.
"I see." I'd thought she was being flirtatious, but then she turned abruptly away from me, ignoring me.
---15 Mins---