Glade 5th, 120th AoS (Wraedas)
The thing about evenings at the inn was that they gradually slowed, the patrons normally satisfied with both dinner and booze in their guts. By now the family that ran the place knew they could relax a little, and prepare to transition into the closing period of the night. Usually once the sun had visibly gone down, customers stuck around for a couple hours tops. So when last calls were made earlier, and those left in the lobby finished their rounds; Patrick took it upon himself to enjoy a brief break before they officially locked their doors.
After he'd made a trip to his room upstairs, the bartender moved to his desk where his journal rested. Patrick wasted no time with getting comfortable in his desk chair, thankful to finally have a moment's peace after walking around all day. His legs were sore and stiff as usual, and his figure weary from handling the bar in between chores. He had helped wash dishes three times today, served drinks at the bar, clean a couple of the rooms after he'd signed out the guests, and managed to clean the vast majority of all their tables.
Overall he was worn out and ready to call it an evening, yet the clan had yet to have their own dinner; which would be the Atinorin mutton special Connor was likely sick of cooking. Yet when Patrick opened his journal to the next empty page, he began to reflect back on what occurred that day. There were a couple of instances where he and Dom talked, and he remembered hearing the older sibling mention camping again. Which didn't surprise Patrick when he thought more about it.
Camping was something Dominek liked to do, particularly once the Frost had passed and the weather was warmer. Yet it led Patrick to wonder, and even consider, an interesting possibility that he might pitch to the man later. Already he knew what this journal entry would be about, and with the wooden ink pen taken in hand he angled his head just a bit. He wanted to draw something fairly reminiscent of a campfire, uncertain as to how he'd go about it however. He started somewhere between the middle and lower right side of the page, the point of his pen dipped in ink as he lightly pressed it to the page.
He started with an easy shape to work with first; an open triangle made on the right side where he started the flame. From there he started to curve his line, and then curved once more when he'd reached the second tip of the flame. From there he drew downward to the left, with another careful curve made that gradually straightened. When he started on the third tip of the flame the line faded out, showing Patrick that his pen had dried while he remained focus. With another brief dip of the tip inside the inkwell, he resumed where he left off with a minor correction on where the second flame's base ended. From there he curved over to make the third and final tip of the flame, and gradually ease his way almost to the base of the campfire.
Another dip was made with his pen, this time with him starting from the other side where his flame began. This proved easy to connect to the base of the flame, when he curved downward to give the fire a rounded bottom for a finish. That was the first flame drawn, now he just needed to repeat the process by drawing a smaller flame within. Yet rather than follow the same design as he did the first, Patrick decided to start on the other side and repeat the process in a mirrored pattern. After a couple more dips of his pen, he was able to finish the flame itself... before realizing something was missing. The firewood.
He didn't wish to draw just two line figures beneath the flame, otherwise that would've made his sketch too cheesy to look at. No he needed to challenge himself, try to picture what the wood could look like beneath his flame. It started but not just with a line, a crooked line that implied something rested beneath the fire. Then when he reached the edge of the line, Patrick brought the pen's tip around to draw a circle at the end. Another circle was carefully drawn within, using up the last bit of ink on that round in the process. By that point however he had managed to halfway draw one of the logs, which wouldn't take long to finish after he dipped his pen once more.
Another line was drawn in a slant from the circle, in a parallel form with the first line, all the way until he reached the other end of that branch. From there he made another rounded curve to finish the edge, and made six carefully placed lines within the body of the log. The next log was his last project and for a moment he debated, pondering his next starting point so that he could consider the logs perspective. This one would be underneath the other log, which meant he could start near the lower end of the first log; and draw in the back end of the second log from there.
With a carefully short line drawn Patrick hooked his pen over, drawing another rounded curve that sharply went downward toward the first log. His pen was dry once more, and yet Patrick needed another moment to think. He had to look at the logs from another angle, consider his next placement while he dipped the pen for one final run. Patrick started from a point where the second log's upper side came out, drawing the slanted line over until he brought the pen into yet another full circle. Then after a brief lift of his pen he drew another circle, much like he did with the first log, within the end of the second log he had almost finished.
After one final line was drawn in parallel with the second log's upper line, Patrick then selectively placed five lines within the second log. Once he finished drawing out the inner detail of the second log, he felt it finished and ready to dry before he started on his actual written entry. Patrick wanted to reflect on his older brother mainly, but also on how he also felt as of late. With the way business has been lately, he felt in possession of a need to get away for awhile. A break from it all really. He then felt inclined to entertain the idea of camping, and maybe even going with his brother when the time came.
"Patrick! Time for dinner!" Dominek's voice called from down the hall, right as Patrick finished the last paragraph of his entry.
"On my way!" He answered back as he placed his pen on the desk. After Patrick blew softly on the page to make sure everything dried, he then sluggishly rose from his chair with a much needed stretch. He'd forgotten how tired he was just moments ago, and also how hungry he really was until food was on his mind. Regardless he'd consider throwing the idea to his brother sometime, at a later date, once Patrick felt sure if camping was really the thing he needed to get away for a bit.
The thing about evenings at the inn was that they gradually slowed, the patrons normally satisfied with both dinner and booze in their guts. By now the family that ran the place knew they could relax a little, and prepare to transition into the closing period of the night. Usually once the sun had visibly gone down, customers stuck around for a couple hours tops. So when last calls were made earlier, and those left in the lobby finished their rounds; Patrick took it upon himself to enjoy a brief break before they officially locked their doors.
After he'd made a trip to his room upstairs, the bartender moved to his desk where his journal rested. Patrick wasted no time with getting comfortable in his desk chair, thankful to finally have a moment's peace after walking around all day. His legs were sore and stiff as usual, and his figure weary from handling the bar in between chores. He had helped wash dishes three times today, served drinks at the bar, clean a couple of the rooms after he'd signed out the guests, and managed to clean the vast majority of all their tables.
Overall he was worn out and ready to call it an evening, yet the clan had yet to have their own dinner; which would be the Atinorin mutton special Connor was likely sick of cooking. Yet when Patrick opened his journal to the next empty page, he began to reflect back on what occurred that day. There were a couple of instances where he and Dom talked, and he remembered hearing the older sibling mention camping again. Which didn't surprise Patrick when he thought more about it.
Camping was something Dominek liked to do, particularly once the Frost had passed and the weather was warmer. Yet it led Patrick to wonder, and even consider, an interesting possibility that he might pitch to the man later. Already he knew what this journal entry would be about, and with the wooden ink pen taken in hand he angled his head just a bit. He wanted to draw something fairly reminiscent of a campfire, uncertain as to how he'd go about it however. He started somewhere between the middle and lower right side of the page, the point of his pen dipped in ink as he lightly pressed it to the page.
He started with an easy shape to work with first; an open triangle made on the right side where he started the flame. From there he started to curve his line, and then curved once more when he'd reached the second tip of the flame. From there he drew downward to the left, with another careful curve made that gradually straightened. When he started on the third tip of the flame the line faded out, showing Patrick that his pen had dried while he remained focus. With another brief dip of the tip inside the inkwell, he resumed where he left off with a minor correction on where the second flame's base ended. From there he curved over to make the third and final tip of the flame, and gradually ease his way almost to the base of the campfire.
Another dip was made with his pen, this time with him starting from the other side where his flame began. This proved easy to connect to the base of the flame, when he curved downward to give the fire a rounded bottom for a finish. That was the first flame drawn, now he just needed to repeat the process by drawing a smaller flame within. Yet rather than follow the same design as he did the first, Patrick decided to start on the other side and repeat the process in a mirrored pattern. After a couple more dips of his pen, he was able to finish the flame itself... before realizing something was missing. The firewood.
He didn't wish to draw just two line figures beneath the flame, otherwise that would've made his sketch too cheesy to look at. No he needed to challenge himself, try to picture what the wood could look like beneath his flame. It started but not just with a line, a crooked line that implied something rested beneath the fire. Then when he reached the edge of the line, Patrick brought the pen's tip around to draw a circle at the end. Another circle was carefully drawn within, using up the last bit of ink on that round in the process. By that point however he had managed to halfway draw one of the logs, which wouldn't take long to finish after he dipped his pen once more.
Another line was drawn in a slant from the circle, in a parallel form with the first line, all the way until he reached the other end of that branch. From there he made another rounded curve to finish the edge, and made six carefully placed lines within the body of the log. The next log was his last project and for a moment he debated, pondering his next starting point so that he could consider the logs perspective. This one would be underneath the other log, which meant he could start near the lower end of the first log; and draw in the back end of the second log from there.
With a carefully short line drawn Patrick hooked his pen over, drawing another rounded curve that sharply went downward toward the first log. His pen was dry once more, and yet Patrick needed another moment to think. He had to look at the logs from another angle, consider his next placement while he dipped the pen for one final run. Patrick started from a point where the second log's upper side came out, drawing the slanted line over until he brought the pen into yet another full circle. Then after a brief lift of his pen he drew another circle, much like he did with the first log, within the end of the second log he had almost finished.
After one final line was drawn in parallel with the second log's upper line, Patrick then selectively placed five lines within the second log. Once he finished drawing out the inner detail of the second log, he felt it finished and ready to dry before he started on his actual written entry. Patrick wanted to reflect on his older brother mainly, but also on how he also felt as of late. With the way business has been lately, he felt in possession of a need to get away for awhile. A break from it all really. He then felt inclined to entertain the idea of camping, and maybe even going with his brother when the time came.
"Patrick! Time for dinner!" Dominek's voice called from down the hall, right as Patrick finished the last paragraph of his entry.
"On my way!" He answered back as he placed his pen on the desk. After Patrick blew softly on the page to make sure everything dried, he then sluggishly rose from his chair with a much needed stretch. He'd forgotten how tired he was just moments ago, and also how hungry he really was until food was on his mind. Regardless he'd consider throwing the idea to his brother sometime, at a later date, once Patrick felt sure if camping was really the thing he needed to get away for a bit.
