Twenty-Nine
Feb. 21st, 2013 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theonecalledwanderIt isn’t a terribly thrilling leap that carries me from an upstairs window to an ivy-shrouded wall on the side of Tyrol’s house, I’m very sorry to say, though I give you full permission to imagine it in whatever level of dashing detail gives you the most pleasure. I’m sure I cut a very fine figure clinging there, like a spider or perhaps some kind of great cat, or one of those goats that can walk up the face of a very nearly vertical cliff…
At any rate, it proves easy enough for me to make my way to a window on the desired side of the gap and gain access to Tyrol’s house. I rap my knuckles once on the window frame, for the sake of later honesty and to avoid startling anyone too badly, but the chamber provs to be empty. It looks to be a disused bedroom.
My wand, knowing the object of my quest, draws me towards an upstairs sitting room where I find a carved wooden trunk, the faces of which depict woodland scenes. I don’t know that I would call it exquisite, but I have no doubt it’s one of the pair that Tyrol took off of Heizer.
The most interesting thing about it to me is its size. I lie down on the floor beside it just to confirm my first impression, and then I lie there thinking about running water, and reflecting ponds, and the world of nothing I saw in the bottom of the bucket.
I’m still lying there when I hear the door open, followed by a cry of alarm.
In almost no time at all, Tyrol is standing over me along with two burly gentlemen in his employ. There is a lot of shouting, which I continue to ignore as unimportant.
The important thing is this box.
At any rate, it proves easy enough for me to make my way to a window on the desired side of the gap and gain access to Tyrol’s house. I rap my knuckles once on the window frame, for the sake of later honesty and to avoid startling anyone too badly, but the chamber provs to be empty. It looks to be a disused bedroom.
My wand, knowing the object of my quest, draws me towards an upstairs sitting room where I find a carved wooden trunk, the faces of which depict woodland scenes. I don’t know that I would call it exquisite, but I have no doubt it’s one of the pair that Tyrol took off of Heizer.
The most interesting thing about it to me is its size. I lie down on the floor beside it just to confirm my first impression, and then I lie there thinking about running water, and reflecting ponds, and the world of nothing I saw in the bottom of the bucket.
I’m still lying there when I hear the door open, followed by a cry of alarm.
In almost no time at all, Tyrol is standing over me along with two burly gentlemen in his employ. There is a lot of shouting, which I continue to ignore as unimportant.
The important thing is this box.