Saun 9, Arc 721
The location, Doran decided, as he arrived at his destination and took a look around, was just perfect. “Perfect” was not a term that he used very often – he tended not to deal in absolutes - but it was fitting in this particular case in his opinion. At the end of the road, some distance outside of Scalvoris Town proper, was a little cove with a beach that was covered with fine green sand that he knew was cool, even during the hottest season of the arc. On the beach stood a house, a former lighthouse that had been well maintained, with walls that were the color of ochre. It was a little quirkier than most of the houses that he had lived in over the course of his exceptionally long life.
That was one of the reasons why it appealed to him so much. His interest in the average, the mainstream, the standard way of life was waning rapidly. He had little interest in stagnancy anymore. He wanted to explore, and to see the world and all the wonders that it had to offer. He wanted curious things, extraordinary things – meeting Llyr who had been his lover and his mentor for a while had reawakened his thirst for knowledge, his thirst for life and made him realize that there was still so much out there that was just waiting to be discovered – and this place here seemed like the ideal place to start to him.
The beach, the meadow behind it and the nearby forests would provide endless opportunities and likely contained a wealth of reagents that he would be able to use for his alchemical experiments, and once he had hired someone to repair the small private dock that was part of the property – it was the only part of it that was in need of renovation – the ocean would be open to him as well. Maybe, there were islands out there, islands that nobody lived on and that he could reach with a boat.
The cast-iron gate in the wall that surrounded the property creaked a little when he unlocked it and opened it, he noticed – he would have to oil it soon if he wanted to get rid of that unpleasant noise. He locked it again before he slowly made his way down the path to the house proper, his new vacation home, his home away from home – he would take a look inside before he explored the rest of the relatively expansive property.
Three stairs led onto a small patio – he could see himself sitting there in the evening and looking at the ocean. Unlike the gate, the door itself was made of wood, but it looked sufficiently sturdy, and what more, it did not creak. The entrance room that was located on the other side of the door was flooded with light – which was something that he appreciated; he didn’t want to spend his stays on Scalvoris in a dark building – but it did not smell good. The smell that greeted him was not exactly bad; it was just the strange, dusty smell that rooms tended to acquire after a while if you kept the windows closed.
He immediately opened them to let in some fresh air, and then he took off his Cavani’s Cloak – besides that, he was wearing a white suit made of fine linen that was appropriate for such a warm summer trial – and draped it across a chair made of finely carved dark wood before he began his exploration of his new vacation home properly, starting with the ground floor.
The location, Doran decided, as he arrived at his destination and took a look around, was just perfect. “Perfect” was not a term that he used very often – he tended not to deal in absolutes - but it was fitting in this particular case in his opinion. At the end of the road, some distance outside of Scalvoris Town proper, was a little cove with a beach that was covered with fine green sand that he knew was cool, even during the hottest season of the arc. On the beach stood a house, a former lighthouse that had been well maintained, with walls that were the color of ochre. It was a little quirkier than most of the houses that he had lived in over the course of his exceptionally long life.
That was one of the reasons why it appealed to him so much. His interest in the average, the mainstream, the standard way of life was waning rapidly. He had little interest in stagnancy anymore. He wanted to explore, and to see the world and all the wonders that it had to offer. He wanted curious things, extraordinary things – meeting Llyr who had been his lover and his mentor for a while had reawakened his thirst for knowledge, his thirst for life and made him realize that there was still so much out there that was just waiting to be discovered – and this place here seemed like the ideal place to start to him.
The beach, the meadow behind it and the nearby forests would provide endless opportunities and likely contained a wealth of reagents that he would be able to use for his alchemical experiments, and once he had hired someone to repair the small private dock that was part of the property – it was the only part of it that was in need of renovation – the ocean would be open to him as well. Maybe, there were islands out there, islands that nobody lived on and that he could reach with a boat.
The cast-iron gate in the wall that surrounded the property creaked a little when he unlocked it and opened it, he noticed – he would have to oil it soon if he wanted to get rid of that unpleasant noise. He locked it again before he slowly made his way down the path to the house proper, his new vacation home, his home away from home – he would take a look inside before he explored the rest of the relatively expansive property.
Three stairs led onto a small patio – he could see himself sitting there in the evening and looking at the ocean. Unlike the gate, the door itself was made of wood, but it looked sufficiently sturdy, and what more, it did not creak. The entrance room that was located on the other side of the door was flooded with light – which was something that he appreciated; he didn’t want to spend his stays on Scalvoris in a dark building – but it did not smell good. The smell that greeted him was not exactly bad; it was just the strange, dusty smell that rooms tended to acquire after a while if you kept the windows closed.
He immediately opened them to let in some fresh air, and then he took off his Cavani’s Cloak – besides that, he was wearing a white suit made of fine linen that was appropriate for such a warm summer trial – and draped it across a chair made of finely carved dark wood before he began his exploration of his new vacation home properly, starting with the ground floor.
I’ll get my coat…