Saevetei goes and retrieves another essence potion, and then leads Grendyne upstairs to a library. There are many books! ... All of them are in a language Grendyne can't read.
Her host hums, figures out where the bed will go (and where Grendyne would like it to be) and then drinks the entire essence potion. She holds the netted copper thing in her left hand, and holds her right hand forward and -
Light traces its way up out of the floor, making what looks to be a bed frame, or an outline of it. It looks almost like a sketch in the world, shining and three dimensional and slowly gaining detail. The holes between lines fill in with white, and the whole thing fades a bit - shadows can form on its surface, showing the little nooks and crannies inherent in the bed. When the bed is whole, color starts bleeding into it, spreading like drops of ink in water on paper from the bottom up. The end result looks more like watercolor than an object - but the colors solidify and saturate and slowly arrange themselves to something more orderly and accurate.
And then it does look perfect, like a completely ordinary bed, with soft green sheets and a comfortable looking pillow. Saevetei lowers her hand.
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Her host hums, figures out where the bed will go (and where Grendyne would like it to be) and then drinks the entire essence potion. She holds the netted copper thing in her left hand, and holds her right hand forward and -
Light traces its way up out of the floor, making what looks to be a bed frame, or an outline of it. It looks almost like a sketch in the world, shining and three dimensional and slowly gaining detail. The holes between lines fill in with white, and the whole thing fades a bit - shadows can form on its surface, showing the little nooks and crannies inherent in the bed. When the bed is whole, color starts bleeding into it, spreading like drops of ink in water on paper from the bottom up. The end result looks more like watercolor than an object - but the colors solidify and saturate and slowly arrange themselves to something more orderly and accurate.
And then it does look perfect, like a completely ordinary bed, with soft green sheets and a comfortable looking pillow. Saevetei lowers her hand.
"Done."