[Vignette] Time for a change
Lujayn clears some space to reshape her inner world.
Everything was just the same. Lujayn stood halfway in one of her makeshift 'doors', glass beads catching the light and tangling her hair. They were appealing, but too familiar. And the mantelpiece, the bookshelf, every open space on the three-quarter walls had been devoted to turns' worth of knickknacks and sentimental objects. Clutter had never bothered the woman before, but not it was getting on her nerves.
She would ask for a different, smaller weyr if Rielsath's size and color didn't relegate her to the spacious ground weyrs. All the open room was depressingly spare without extra furnishings but suffocating with the decorations that she'd kept hanging around. She didn't use it for entertaining or meetings. Lu just lived there, and didn't take up a lot of room herself.
It was time for a change.
<< There is too much out in the open, >> Rielsath agreed when convinced to stick her snout into the smaller space. << Where do you hide? >> A pause. << Kellnith has shown me that her rider has things built into the walls. >> An image of little nooks and crannies, idiosyncrasies of a cliffside weyr, twisting and turning with the shape of the bowl. << Or Hroxeth says .. plants. >>
"Plants we've got." Lujayn was half-listening. "I should put some of these away." Looking into her bookcase, seeing an old clay sculpture she'd clung to, little gifts from people long distanced, more sentimental junk gathering dust. It wasn't her style. Did she have a style?
<< I like it. It's yours. >> Rielsath approved of the simple treasure trove in her own youthful way, but Lujayn felt she was fast outgrowing the trappings of fond memories.
By the end of the day there was a rather large box filled with odds and ends, much less dust, and an oddly giddy feeling creeping into her heart as she looked at the spartan weyr. She could start over again. Maybe settling down was a matter for the inside-out, not the other way around.
Everything was just the same. Lujayn stood halfway in one of her makeshift 'doors', glass beads catching the light and tangling her hair. They were appealing, but too familiar. And the mantelpiece, the bookshelf, every open space on the three-quarter walls had been devoted to turns' worth of knickknacks and sentimental objects. Clutter had never bothered the woman before, but not it was getting on her nerves.
She would ask for a different, smaller weyr if Rielsath's size and color didn't relegate her to the spacious ground weyrs. All the open room was depressingly spare without extra furnishings but suffocating with the decorations that she'd kept hanging around. She didn't use it for entertaining or meetings. Lu just lived there, and didn't take up a lot of room herself.
It was time for a change.
<< There is too much out in the open, >> Rielsath agreed when convinced to stick her snout into the smaller space. << Where do you hide? >> A pause. << Kellnith has shown me that her rider has things built into the walls. >> An image of little nooks and crannies, idiosyncrasies of a cliffside weyr, twisting and turning with the shape of the bowl. << Or Hroxeth says .. plants. >>
"Plants we've got." Lujayn was half-listening. "I should put some of these away." Looking into her bookcase, seeing an old clay sculpture she'd clung to, little gifts from people long distanced, more sentimental junk gathering dust. It wasn't her style. Did she have a style?
<< I like it. It's yours. >> Rielsath approved of the simple treasure trove in her own youthful way, but Lujayn felt she was fast outgrowing the trappings of fond memories.
By the end of the day there was a rather large box filled with odds and ends, much less dust, and an oddly giddy feeling creeping into her heart as she looked at the spartan weyr. She could start over again. Maybe settling down was a matter for the inside-out, not the other way around.