Mynikens
05-18-2006, 11:26 AM
Hearing the soft buzz of her chronological remembrance alarm, Mynikens yawned, stretched, and sat up in her bed. Rubbing her eyes, she says “Timetostartheday.” Opening the large metal shutter on her window the light streamed into her shop as she walked over to her steam engine. With a point and a wink, flame shot from her fingertip and lit the coal in the burner. Soon gears started to turn and whirl, making the music of a well oiled machine. This was what she needed to study.
In the middle of the busy room, was a sturdy metal book stand with her spell book open on it. A fine red silk ribbon with golden runes stitched into it, a gift from her friend Amorah, was placed in the section marked Fire Spells. These were her favorite. As she passed through the pages of her book she thought back to her days of being in school. How they always insisted it be quiet and how she never seemed to be able to concentrate until she got home to her fathers shop. Her thoughts were interrupted when she hears the whistle of her kettle. “Timefortealeavesbrewedinhotwater.” she said, looking at her still sleeping squirrel. Hopping off her seat, she walks over to the whistling machine and places her cup under it and pulls the leaver. A stream of hot liquid pours out and stops a quarter of the way from the top of the glass. She eyes the glass and looks at the machine. ”Hmmm” She says walking over to her chalk board on the wall and adds “Check calibrations on the steamed liquid delivery system.” to the bottom of the list of “Thing to do today”
Reaching into her pocket, she takes out a small crank key and winds up her squirrel. “GoodmorningSpark” she greets her small lab helper, looking back at the board, it reads:
Make rifle w/ scope for Azrid.
Eat Breakfast.
Make new remote control for Mechenica.
Study Frost Bolt Spell.(Keep to Frost spells today)
Eat lunch.
Check calibrations on the steamed liquid delivery system.
She pulls her hair back into a ponytail, wraps it into a bun, and pins it up, then starts to work on the rifle. Sparks scurries back and forth bringing and putting away tools, while she hums the tune that she got stuck in her head the last time she was in Darnassus. She thinks “Maybe I will pick up more elven fermented grape juice when I bring this to Azrid.” After tightening the last bolt, she wipes down the metal and wood with oil, and checks the angle of the scope. Placing her Arcane Mark on the stock, she mumbles to herself, “Very inefficient for those imbued with magic but it will do the job.” She then ties a ribbon around it with a tag that says “Happy Birthday.” and places it in a box. Looking at her board again, she says, “Timeformorningfoodconsumption.”
In the middle of the busy room, was a sturdy metal book stand with her spell book open on it. A fine red silk ribbon with golden runes stitched into it, a gift from her friend Amorah, was placed in the section marked Fire Spells. These were her favorite. As she passed through the pages of her book she thought back to her days of being in school. How they always insisted it be quiet and how she never seemed to be able to concentrate until she got home to her fathers shop. Her thoughts were interrupted when she hears the whistle of her kettle. “Timefortealeavesbrewedinhotwater.” she said, looking at her still sleeping squirrel. Hopping off her seat, she walks over to the whistling machine and places her cup under it and pulls the leaver. A stream of hot liquid pours out and stops a quarter of the way from the top of the glass. She eyes the glass and looks at the machine. ”Hmmm” She says walking over to her chalk board on the wall and adds “Check calibrations on the steamed liquid delivery system.” to the bottom of the list of “Thing to do today”
Reaching into her pocket, she takes out a small crank key and winds up her squirrel. “GoodmorningSpark” she greets her small lab helper, looking back at the board, it reads:
Make rifle w/ scope for Azrid.
Eat Breakfast.
Make new remote control for Mechenica.
Study Frost Bolt Spell.(Keep to Frost spells today)
Eat lunch.
Check calibrations on the steamed liquid delivery system.
She pulls her hair back into a ponytail, wraps it into a bun, and pins it up, then starts to work on the rifle. Sparks scurries back and forth bringing and putting away tools, while she hums the tune that she got stuck in her head the last time she was in Darnassus. She thinks “Maybe I will pick up more elven fermented grape juice when I bring this to Azrid.” After tightening the last bolt, she wipes down the metal and wood with oil, and checks the angle of the scope. Placing her Arcane Mark on the stock, she mumbles to herself, “Very inefficient for those imbued with magic but it will do the job.” She then ties a ribbon around it with a tag that says “Happy Birthday.” and places it in a box. Looking at her board again, she says, “Timeformorningfoodconsumption.”