Post by doofy on Jan 21, 2017 18:46:35 GMT
Lapis had explored a good portion of Beach City by this point. She'd learned of corruption, human relations, and the horrors of eating french fries. She eventually came upon the temple, and took a few moments to marvel at its structure. The building, which she would at the moment refer to as a "house" after one particular incident in which a human had cried 'get out of my house!' to her (she wasn't sure what had made the human so angry about it but she obliged anyway), must have been created by gems. Human structures were impressive to her, surely, but they were nothing in comparison to this temple.
She stepped into the cradling hands that outlined the entrance, and walked to the door. 'Door' was another word she had just learned recently after that same angry human told her to 'shut the door' on the way out of the house. She understood now that the opening and shutting of one's door was a sacred ritual meant only for those already in possession of the house. With this now known, she made no attempt to actually open the door. It didn't seem like there was a way to open it anyway. She would wait for someone to open the door for her.
She walked back out towards the entrance and sat on one of the stone fingers. She considered, in her quiet pondering, if she could ever be able to carving such a structure like the one she had been sitting on. She summoned a glob of water from her gem, which slipped down an arm and into her open palms. She squinted at the water and concentrated hard. The water eventually took the shape of a cube, and she froze it. She grinned with delight and set the cube down. She summoned more water, and tried a new shape—a pyramid. This one took more effort than the cube, but with concentration she would form a little pyramid and freeze it as well, and set it near the cube.
Then, inspiration took hold. She merrily set about the busy work of creating cubes of water, freezing them, and stacking them into towers like a child would build with blocks right in the entrance of the temple. Each tower was topped with a frozen pyramid-shaped block of ice. The towers started off small at first, only coming up to about her knees. She then started to work on an even bigger tower of frozen blocks that would come up to her own height.
She stepped into the cradling hands that outlined the entrance, and walked to the door. 'Door' was another word she had just learned recently after that same angry human told her to 'shut the door' on the way out of the house. She understood now that the opening and shutting of one's door was a sacred ritual meant only for those already in possession of the house. With this now known, she made no attempt to actually open the door. It didn't seem like there was a way to open it anyway. She would wait for someone to open the door for her.
She walked back out towards the entrance and sat on one of the stone fingers. She considered, in her quiet pondering, if she could ever be able to carving such a structure like the one she had been sitting on. She summoned a glob of water from her gem, which slipped down an arm and into her open palms. She squinted at the water and concentrated hard. The water eventually took the shape of a cube, and she froze it. She grinned with delight and set the cube down. She summoned more water, and tried a new shape—a pyramid. This one took more effort than the cube, but with concentration she would form a little pyramid and freeze it as well, and set it near the cube.
Then, inspiration took hold. She merrily set about the busy work of creating cubes of water, freezing them, and stacking them into towers like a child would build with blocks right in the entrance of the temple. Each tower was topped with a frozen pyramid-shaped block of ice. The towers started off small at first, only coming up to about her knees. She then started to work on an even bigger tower of frozen blocks that would come up to her own height.