Post by Telanie Eluvias on Aug 25, 2008 22:30:18 GMT -5
His massive form made it difficult for him to enter the Greenhouses, it was beautiful in there. The fresh smell of fertilizer, roses, hagweed, and nurnroot. What a beautiful sight, last time Telanie was here he had the displeasure of learning about the female monthly cycle and side-effects. But this was in the past.
As he arose from the short door way he nearly hit his head on the glass ceiling, a lot would need to be changed. He turned to the door way that would need changing first, he wouldn't bend down every time he came to his own office. He raised his staff and mumbled in some unknown language, then slammed the staff down seemingly cracking the floor, the crack stretched and coiled up around the frame and then started to emanate a yellow light, then frame of the door began to bend and stretch till it settled a little higher then ten feet, the door forming into a vine like solid door with a couple of circular windows. The windows were not made of glass but some kind of translucent fungus, that could even stretch if poked but never seemed to tear or puncture.
As the door settled into it's final form, Telanie turned to the Greenhouse and noticed the extreme lack of true natural habitat, these small sections with tables and chairs just wouldn't do. This needed to look more like the areas were these plants could be found and how they would grow. So Telanie rose his staff over his head mumbling similar words as before, this time slamming down his staff a lot more forcefully. Similar cracks as before spread quickly all through the green house, even cracking all the glass, this time the light was a dull green corona.
The cracks carried a distinct life force withe, for all those who were in the area nothing seems sad, just alive and true, uncorrupted. Slowly the Greenhouse began to grow, feet turned into yards, the tables and chairs seemed to seep into the ground. The cement floor formed into fresh soul. Trees and of all shapes and sizes spring up around the far off edges of the Greenhouse. Half of the Greenhouse is shrouded by night and the rest by day, each half slowly flows into different environments and seasons. From Arctic winter to a Desert summer, and everything in between, with enough plants to fill every it of it. The glass ceiling faded into similar vine mesh of the door, with bigger fungi windows. The cracks fade and move till they start to form little streams that seem to come and go from nowhere. One thing that stays constant is a rainbow that hovers over the entire Greenhouse.
Telanie stood tall in the new Greenhouse giving a deep sigh.
"Perfect."
(OOC. Anyone can respond.)
As he arose from the short door way he nearly hit his head on the glass ceiling, a lot would need to be changed. He turned to the door way that would need changing first, he wouldn't bend down every time he came to his own office. He raised his staff and mumbled in some unknown language, then slammed the staff down seemingly cracking the floor, the crack stretched and coiled up around the frame and then started to emanate a yellow light, then frame of the door began to bend and stretch till it settled a little higher then ten feet, the door forming into a vine like solid door with a couple of circular windows. The windows were not made of glass but some kind of translucent fungus, that could even stretch if poked but never seemed to tear or puncture.
As the door settled into it's final form, Telanie turned to the Greenhouse and noticed the extreme lack of true natural habitat, these small sections with tables and chairs just wouldn't do. This needed to look more like the areas were these plants could be found and how they would grow. So Telanie rose his staff over his head mumbling similar words as before, this time slamming down his staff a lot more forcefully. Similar cracks as before spread quickly all through the green house, even cracking all the glass, this time the light was a dull green corona.
The cracks carried a distinct life force withe, for all those who were in the area nothing seems sad, just alive and true, uncorrupted. Slowly the Greenhouse began to grow, feet turned into yards, the tables and chairs seemed to seep into the ground. The cement floor formed into fresh soul. Trees and of all shapes and sizes spring up around the far off edges of the Greenhouse. Half of the Greenhouse is shrouded by night and the rest by day, each half slowly flows into different environments and seasons. From Arctic winter to a Desert summer, and everything in between, with enough plants to fill every it of it. The glass ceiling faded into similar vine mesh of the door, with bigger fungi windows. The cracks fade and move till they start to form little streams that seem to come and go from nowhere. One thing that stays constant is a rainbow that hovers over the entire Greenhouse.
Telanie stood tall in the new Greenhouse giving a deep sigh.
"Perfect."
(OOC. Anyone can respond.)