Moving house.

Posted on Wed Oct 4th, 2017 @ 11:43am by

607 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Unknown Life, Unknown Dangers
Location: Current.

Moving was respectfully a pain in the behind. That's what she'd said to the Commodore and she'd meant every word of it. Every scrap of clothing and every knick knack and possession had to be cleaned, boxed and moved into new quarters. Then the new quarters would have to be cleaned and she'd have to trot out all the things she'd just boxed up again. It was part of the reason that she had so few possessions because she hated to move 'stuff'.

"This is why people in the past were so wasteful- its easier to throw away than to box it all up and move." Anika muttered. It wasn't all stuff though she thought with a grumble as she filled yet another crate with photographs and holograms from home to be moved to her new quarters.

The last item to pack down and the first to set up in her new quarters was her shrine. Her father still worshipped the ancient Indian gods and so too did her siblings and herself. She preferred that her place of worship spend as little time in the darkness as possible. Anika packed This box on her knees, with reverent fingers, wrapping each piece in cloth so as not to spoil a single one. This box she carried from one room to the other. Not wanting to trust it to the transporters.

Padding over the boxes in the center of the room, she glanced around Her new quarters. More spacious and sprawling than the others she found the perfect spot for her shrine to be housed. a niche that got partial light from her window and partial shadow from the sill. It cast the face of her deities half in light and half in shadow. An appropriate physical representation to the dark side to each diety and the darkness in each person. An exquisitely carved mahogany table was draped with an emerald and black velvet drape that was heavily embroidered in gold. Atop the cloth sat a figure of each diety she herself prescribed to. Durga, the warrior, Sarasvati for creativity, Lakshmi for good fortune, Ushas for celebration of each dawn, Tara in hopes her beauty would not abandon her and Ista Devata for self knowledge. A golden bowl she placed within the half circle of statues and she knelt before it. Poaring water into the bowl she whispered the names of the goddesses before her. When complete she floated a lotus bud in the water and lay a bunch of grapes before the bowl. Fruit and grains was a daily offering that she rotated depending on the season on earth. Arranging a set of candles on and around the bowl, in chakric order, with taller white pillars behind the goddesses. A large raw quartz crystal cluster and a handful of other precious and semiprecious stones got tucked in around the bowl. An incense burner that smelled of peppermint and berries- for she couldn't stand the musky incense preferred by her parents. Shed sooner die than fill her home with the scent of musk and sandalwood. Lemon, mint and berries brought a fresh scent to the corner and eventually to the room. Casting a critical hazel eye over the corner Anika sighed heavily. Shed have to find the Mandela that went behind the shrine, it was likely in the wall hangings box.

The boxes however were labelled, and the antigrav slider would help her with the heavier bits of furniture. The heavy glass and mahogany desk for exanple she would have to use it for. Later though, best start with something easy like perhaps putting civillian clothes in the closet.

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