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From Above

A Silvania Story — SY 4530, Deep Winter

~ I ~
Winter came to Riverside Market, which meant frozen pipes and blocked roads and a neighborhood that had decided to stay inside.
Construction on Millbank Row had slowed but not stopped. Khari did not stop things because of cold. He adjusted, sourced materials that could be worked in low temperatures, scheduled outdoor work for the hours when the temperature was most bearable, and kept the interior work running continuously. The warehouse was beginning to look like something other than a warehouse. The bones of it were visible now that the interior walls had come down. It was a large open space, high-ceilinged, with the north wing and the eastern wing still needing their floors assessed before anything could be built on them.
Jukrit visited the site on a Tuesday with Khari and spent an hour walking the cleared floor. He was not a builder and he knew it. He was there because Veverka had asked him to be present.
He had also been watching Noraxia.
She had been quieter than usual since the turn of the year, but neither withdrawn nor unhappy. She managed Tassa, she corresponded with Zara, she contributed to the second edition work when Jukrit needed her. But there was something building in her that she had not yet named, and he had learned over seven years not to name it for her before she was ready.
She had not flown alone in over two years.
He noticed this without comment.

~ II ~
Khari found the problem on a Thursday.
He had been assessing the eastern wing's floor joists, where the library had been planned, given its size and its relative quiet away from the main entrance. What he found when he pulled back the floor sections was a foundation that had been compromised, not recently but over a long time. Water infiltration from the river side, slow and persistent, had worked at the footings until they were no longer adequate for a significant structural load. The floor itself was sound. What was below it was not.
He came to Jukrit's door that evening with his notes and the expression of a craftsperson delivering news he had hoped not to deliver.
"The eastern wing," he said.
"How bad?" Jukrit said.
"The foundation needs full remediation before anything heavy goes on that floor," Khari said. "A library is heavy. Shelving, volumes, the reader traffic. It cannot go in the eastern wing without foundation work that will cost more than Veverka has budgeted and take three months we don't have."
"Or?"
"Or the library moves," Khari said. "To the north wing. Which changes the entire interior layout because the north wing was planned for classrooms. Which means the classrooms move. Which means the entrance hall changes. Which means six months of planning is now a starting point rather than a plan."
Jukrit sat with this. "Does Veverka know?"
"I'm going to her in the morning," Khari said. "I wanted to tell you first."
"Thank you," Jukrit said. He looked at Khari's notes. "You have a preference. Between the two options."
"The north wing," Khari said. "Remediation at that scale in winter is a nightmare and the budget doesn't support it. Redesign is painful but it's solvable." He paused. "I can solve it. I just need to see the whole building differently than I have been seeing it."
"Yes," Jukrit said. "I understand that."

~ III ~
Veverka received the news without visible reaction and with two precise questions. The first was whether the foundation problem affected any other part of the building. The second was whether Khari's preference for redesign over remediation was based on the budget alone or also on his assessment of the better long-term outcome.
Khari answered both questions accurately and waited.
Veverka looked at her own plans spread on the table. She had been working from these plans for three years. The library in the eastern wing was where it had always been in her thinking.
"I need to see the building," she said.
"I can take you through it today," Khari said.
"Tomorrow," she said. "In the morning light. I want to see it as it is, not as it was supposed to be."
She went the following morning and spent two hours walking every section of the warehouse. She did not speak much. She looked at walls and ceiling heights and the relationship between spaces. She stood in the north wing for a long time.
She came back and sat with Khari at his worktable.
"The north wing is larger than the eastern," she said.
"By about fifteen percent," Khari said.
"The library should always have been there," she said.
Khari looked at her.
"I planned it for the eastern wing because it was quieter," she said. "But a library is not supposed to be hidden away. It should be the first thing you see when you come in." She looked at his notes. "Redesign it. Put the library in the north wing. Make it the heart of the building rather than an appendage of it."
Khari was quiet for a moment. Then he reached for his pencil.

~ IV ~
Noraxia told Jukrit on a Friday evening.
"I want to fly," she said. "Alone. Tomorrow, if the weather holds."
He looked at her. "How long?"
"The day," she said. "I'll be back before dark."
"All right," he said.
She looked at him. "You're not going to ask why."
"I know why," he said. "You need to see from above. You've needed to for a while."
She was quiet for a moment. "The household has been very full," she said. Not a complaint. A statement of fact.
"Yes," he said. "It has."
"I love all of it," she said. "I want to be clear about that."
"I know," he said.
"But I haven't been in the sky alone since before Tassa was born. I need to remember what that is."
"Yes," he said. "Go."
She shifted to feral in the yard the following morning, in the cold winter light, and opened her wings, and was gone.

~ V ~
The household managed her absence by continuing.
Tassa noticed immediately and asked once where Mama was. Jukrit told her. Tassa thought about this for a moment and then accepted it and went back to her deliberate shifting practice, which she now pursued with a focused regularity that had begun to produce results beyond temperature management. She could hold either form for upward of twenty minutes when she was concentrating. When she wasn't concentrating she still shifted involuntarily, which seemed to bother her less than it used to.
Lev spent the morning with Kex on the river, which was frozen at the edges and navigable in the center channel, and came home smelling of cold water feeling satisfied.
Wena worked in the study on the second edition. She had become, over several months, an editor as much as a co-contributor.  She had an eye for the places where Jukrit's clinical precision and Noraxia's interior knowing had not yet found a shared language.
Raskon brought Darit in the afternoon. He looked at the empty yard and at Jukrit and said nothing. He stayed for tea and left when the light was going.
The household was fine even without Noraxia in it. She was, Jukrit thought, so large her absence was its own kind of presence.

~ VI ~
She flew north first, into the cold over the river valley, and then turned east where the Pansilva forest ran dark and dense below her in its winter state. She was not going anywhere specific. She was going up, and staying there.
From altitude the world was legible in a different way. She could see the shape of the river from above — the way it bent and split and rejoined, which she knew from maps but which from above was immediate and real. She could see the market, Willow Ridge Lane a thin line among the others, the whisperwood a distinctive shape at the edge of the property. She could see Millbank Row and the warehouse, its roof partially cleared of snow where Khari's crew had been working.
She flew for an hour without thinking about anything specific. This was the point. The household required her attention constantly, which she gave willingly, but attention required something to attend to and she had been out of the other thing for too long. The sky gave it back. The cold, the altitude and the winter light over Pansilva's interior, which was nothing like any other light she knew.
She thought about Tassa. About what it was to be a shape shifter and to be still learning which one to be in any given moment. She had been multiple things her whole life. She had simply had longer to practice.
She thought about the academy. About Veverka and what Veverka was building and why. About a library that was supposed to hold everything anyone thought was worth saving.
She thought about Zara, her mother, standing on a platform in the tropics looking at a sky that was not Cygnus Prime's sky.
She thought about Jukrit, which she did from time to time when she had space to do it. She thought about the book they had written together and the chapter eleven they had finally written and what it had cost each of them to say what was in it. She thought about seven years and what they had accumulated and how none of it had been planned and all of it was real.
After a while she turned south and flew home.

~ VII ~
She came down in the yard as the afternoon light was going, folded her wings, and shifted to anthro in the cold. Jukrit was on the porch.
"Well?" he said.
"Good," she said. "Very good."
She came inside and sat at the kitchen table and he made tea and she held the cup in both hands and was quiet for a while.
"I saw the warehouse from above," she said.
"Did you?"
"The north wing is clearly larger. You can see it from the air." She looked at her cup. "The library belongs there. I don't know why Veverka planned it for the eastern wing."
"She realized that herself yesterday," Jukrit said. "Khari is redesigning."
Noraxia nodded slowly. "Good."
She drank her tea. Tassa appeared in the doorway in dragon form and came to her and pressed her round head against Noraxia's arm. Noraxia put her hand on Tassa's back without looking down, the automatic gesture of a parent who always knows exactly where their cub is.
"I needed that," Noraxia said.
"I know," Jukrit said.
"I won't wait two years next time."
"No," he said. "You shouldn't."
Lev appeared behind Tassa in the doorway, having apparently decided that if Tassa was in the kitchen there was probably something worth being in the kitchen for. He looked at Noraxia.
"Good flight?" he said.
"Very good," Noraxia said.
"Did you go far?"
"Far enough," she said.
Lev accepted this and went to find something to eat.

~ VIII ~
Khari presented the revised plans to Veverka at the end of the week.
The library was now in the north wing, positioned so that it was visible from the entrance, the first thing a person coming through the main door would see. He had enlarged the entrance hall to accommodate this sightline. The classrooms had moved to the eastern wing, which was entirely appropriate for their lighter floor load. The shaman practice rooms were now off a central corridor that connected all three sections. The symbol-interface study spaces were on the ground floor throughout, with direct outdoor access from two points.
Veverka looked at the revised plans for a long time.
"It's better," she said.
"Yes," Khari said.
"The foundation problem gave us this."
"Problems generally give you something," Khari said. "If you look at them right."
Veverka looked at him, then initialed the revised plans and handed them back.
"Ten months was your estimate," she said.
"Still ten months," Khari said. "The redesign doesn't add time. It replaces work we would have had to redo anyway."
"Good," she said.
Outside, the winter held Riverside Market in its serious grip. Millbank Row was quiet in the cold, the warehouse sitting at its corner with scaffolding on two sides and a sign that had acquired a thin rim of frost. Inside, Khari's crew had already begun marking out the new library position on the north wing floor, measuring twice before cutting anything, which was how Khari ran all his projects.
Jukrit walked home from the site through the cold afternoon and thought about a foundation problem that had moved a library to where it should have been all along, and a dragon who had needed to be in the sky to see what was already true on the ground.
Both things had produced the same result: a clearer view.
The winter went on. The academy was being built.

— End of Episode —
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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What Veverka is Building
Swiftrose
Deep winter settles over Riverside Market, and construction on the Riverside Academy has been running through the cold. Khari makes a discovery that stops the plans: the eastern wing, where the library was designed to go, sits on a compromised foundation that cannot support a library's weight. Khari decides on a redesign. Veverka walks the building and concludes that the library should have been there all along. The same week, Noraxia tells Jukrit she needs to fly alone, and she does. From altitude she can see Millbank Row clearly. The north wing is obviously larger. The library belongs there. She mentions this to Jukrit when she lands and he tells her Veverka worked it out herself the day before. A foundation problem and a dragon in the sky produced the same answer by different routes. But with the academy redesigned, ten months still on the clock, and Noraxia having remembered what the sky alone feels like, what does the household look like when winter finally gives way?
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Type: Writing - Document
Published: 2 months ago
Rating: General
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