Post by Alison Smith on Apr 13, 2013 3:34:27 GMT
Alison sat on her bed she had a long day of hard training and studies her arms and feet ached. It was quiet and peaceful in the cabin almost as quiet as it had been back in Canada back when she lived with her dad before she even new she was a demigod “ahh” she thought “those were the days”. Alison wanted to take a nap but she couldn’t bring herself to do it Morpheus wouldn’t let her in his domain at the moment she thought. She then got out of her bed and went over to her workbench it was a mess which was unusual she was a very organized person, if Drew just so happened to come in for inspections she would have the worst job to do of them all. There was papers everywhere and books she then sorted them alphabetically and put them by which were her all time favourite and which were her least favourite when she was done she went over to her papers she started to look them all over they were her old architecture drawings some of them she thought would never work the designs were all wrong the lengths and structures wouldn’t last any more than one hundred years this made Alison sad she really needed to do some modifications to those drawings and she made a pact that she would.
When she was done that she then looked around the cabin it wasn’t that messy but could use some sweeping Alison thought she was pretty sure if she touched Jason’s stuff she would be in big trouble so she left it for him to do later. She then looked back over to her bed and she saw something in the corner with a drop cloth over it she then walked over to it and lifted the cloth it was a loom, she remembered using it four years ago it was sad looking at it so old and dusty. So she decided to grab some of the string she had kept in a drawer and started to think of a picture to weave she had thought of many things but she just stuck to an owl. Her quick nimble fingers weaved in and out when she started to see the picture coming together; Alison then wondered why she had ever stopped weaving in the first place and also how her loom ended up in the dusty corner under a cloth. When Alison finished she stood from the stool she was sitting on to admire the owl she had just created it looked almost real, joy filled Ali’s heart as she knew the weaving was perfect taking it off the loom Alison decided to put it above her work bench but she was too short to reach above her bulletin board so she stood on the stool pinning it in place. Right when Alison was about to hop down she heard a noise in the deserted cabin and turning to fast she fell from the stool.
When she was done that she then looked around the cabin it wasn’t that messy but could use some sweeping Alison thought she was pretty sure if she touched Jason’s stuff she would be in big trouble so she left it for him to do later. She then looked back over to her bed and she saw something in the corner with a drop cloth over it she then walked over to it and lifted the cloth it was a loom, she remembered using it four years ago it was sad looking at it so old and dusty. So she decided to grab some of the string she had kept in a drawer and started to think of a picture to weave she had thought of many things but she just stuck to an owl. Her quick nimble fingers weaved in and out when she started to see the picture coming together; Alison then wondered why she had ever stopped weaving in the first place and also how her loom ended up in the dusty corner under a cloth. When Alison finished she stood from the stool she was sitting on to admire the owl she had just created it looked almost real, joy filled Ali’s heart as she knew the weaving was perfect taking it off the loom Alison decided to put it above her work bench but she was too short to reach above her bulletin board so she stood on the stool pinning it in place. Right when Alison was about to hop down she heard a noise in the deserted cabin and turning to fast she fell from the stool.
