Well, after much placing, moving, shifting stuff around, I think I finally have my first floor done, with the exception of lighting. But that will come later. Now, Domino wanted my tower to have a garden... so that's what I'm working on now. I've just barely started. I'm trying to decided whether I want a natural looking garden... or whether I want a cultured garden. Right now, I'm creating something more natural, but that may be subject to change. Comments and suggestions would be most appreciated!
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Laugdenor rose the next morning with new purpose. A slight sense of urgency rolled in his gut, he decided not to take chances. Within a few hours, the first floor of his tower was complete, though, as he looked around, he felt he was missing something. As he studied his layout, and furnishings, he realized what he had done. Laugdenor had always been a people person, and he had been known for his get togethers with fellow wizards and scholars, or his parties and picnics for the young children of what ever town, village or city he happened to be in. Gazing around, he saw décor meant to host, or entertain his friends and companions. But those friends were gone now...
Still, one would never know. He would have visitors soon enough, as the masses down below began to see evidence of the horrors to come, hinted on the winds. Laugdenor shook his head, and headed outdoors. He would start on his garden. A place of beauty, to reattune with nature will be much needed in the days ahead.
A few hours later, and Laugdenor was well underway. In clearing out the underbrush, and deadfall, he discovered a very small pond. Upon closer inspection, this pond was a small, natural spring. Laugdenor spent hours cleaning, clearing and cultivating this young spring. This little pond would be the focal point of his garden.
Laugdenor walked back inside his tower hours later, tired, and ready for a meal. But another surprise awaited him, for perched on his bedpost, was the largest owl he had ever seen! It studied him quite calmly, and did not fly off as he approached.
"And where did you come from my fine, feathered friend? Laugdenor kept his tone even, and warm, so as not to scare the bird off. He gently sat down on his bed, and tentatively reached out his hand toward the great owl. The owl stretched to meet his hand, and within seconds, Laugdenor was petting and scratching his creast feathers while the bird tucked up one of its claws, apparently in extreme contentment.
This owl seemed content to remain with him, flying over toward his tables as he went to prepare a meal. This owl snatched no food from his table, but delicately accepted anything Laugdenor gave him. He perched patiently as Laugdenor cleared his meal away, and cleaned up after himself. Apparently, this bird had attached itself to him. Well, then, he must be accommodated.
Laugdenor walked over to the empty floor just beside his door. A moment of concentration, and a quick wave of his hand, and an indoor perch was ready for the great owl. The owl lost no time swooping over and landing on it. It looked at him wisely for a moment, before hunkering down to clean its feathers.
"I must give you a name, if you have decided to join me." Laugdenor thought for a moment, but the choice was obvious to him. "Sapien, meaning wise. That is your name."
The owl studied him, hooted once, then went back to preening his feathers...
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