Wierd sat on his bed, the tallow candle he had cobbled together burning fitfully in the gloomy stone room.
He was still trying to come down from first having the shakes from terrible nightmares, then the adrenaline from being shown a real, terrible one in the form of that wall. The portent that thing represented was... very unsettling.
He had decided that the best way to come down from the stress it had caused was to focus his mind on something completely unrelated, engrossing, and sufficiently boring that it would promote drowsiness. He had settled on crochet, after trying hard to think of something that would be useful. In the torchlight of the secreted passage, he recalled hugo "blinking" several times, and had noticed that his nictitating membrane had been completely transparent. Try as he might, he couldn't quite recall if he ever saw hugo actually "Blink"-blink, like normal people... So, he went about making him a sleeping masque.
The rough wooden stick he had carved into a semblance of a crochet hook looped expertly in his hands.. Yarn-over; Loop; Pull; Yarn-over.... again, and again, and again....
Eric had gotten himself ripped up pretty good playing in the bowels of the fortress at night... Crundles were nasty things in large groups.. He was glad that Eric had put some night watchmen on patrol outside the new tunnel that had breached the ancient ruins. Crundles wandering the hallways looking for tasty dwarven snacks wasnt something he found even the slightest bit appealing.
Yarn-over; Pull; Loop...
Eric had said that the secreted ruins down there hadnt been picked over that bad. Clearly whoever had built it knew about modern technologies, otherwise they couldnt have depicted them so precisely. He needed a lab, and he wasnt about to "Impinge" on Eric's already dangerously taught patience by adding yet another designation request to the mountain of paperwork on his desk. In the morning, he would take a ball of yarn, tie it up near the passage leading into the ruins, and go exploring. If he was lucky, and the ruin's former inhabitants had indeed mastered high technologies, he would find a lab already made for him. Unless there was a massive disturbance down there, the glassware would still be intact. Reagents would have gone off, evaporated, or turned into whoknowswhat by now, but the bottles would still be good, and the room would already be dug.
Yarn-over; Pull; Loop...
Getting down there before Eric could send goons to cordon it off would be a trick. Putting a sign up stating not to disturb his exploration would probably be a prudent precaution. It would be interesting to learn why the site was abandoned, but using any facilities it had to jumpstart operations would be a great boon. If it didnt have any such facilities, any sufficiently large, and open spaces that could be converted for use would be practical. Regardless, learning where the crundles were getting in from would be a good use of time, and another thing to be on the lookout for. If the opening to the caverns was closed up, the ancient ruins could really take a lot of that paper off Eric's desk, and maybe he would stop acting like he had fishhooks up his ass.
He cut the string, pulled it through the last hoop, and tugged it tight, then anchored the end several times to prevent it coming unraveled. It wasnt the prettiest work he had ever done... In fact.. it was actually kinda creepy. Hugo's head was a funky shape; short horns transitioning into the orbital process of his skull, converging at a strange angle to produce his long toothy muzzle and jaw structures. In order to make the masque be able to stay on such a wedge shaped cranium, he had to make it more like a winter stocking cap, with a chinstrap... The result wasnt terribly pretty... somewhat resembling something you would expect to find in a BDS&M catalog.... Except it was made of white pigtail crochet, and not black leather with big stitches. He wasnt sure hugo would want it.... Maybe he would give it to one of the dyers to dye it blue... It was the ONLY color dye they had around at the moment... and it might distract from the odd shape and unsettling appearance of the cloth article... Well.. If hugo didnt want it, he could always unravel it, and make something else out of the yarn. It didnt really matter.. it had done its job.
He yawned, put the finished piece on his nightstand, snuffed out the candle, and went to sleep.
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