WHO: Mir and Emrys WHERE: Mir's home WHEN: Week 8. Monday. Afternoon WHY: The Fortunatov family finally gets back home after a week away to a very sad discover...okay maybe not that sad. WARNING: Over dramatization? Not much else.
Mir was sad to see the snow gone. He loved his time out in it but he also knew it was not natural to have snow in August, well anywhere but Russia. So when the snow melted and turned into water Mir started to worry. His house was not the best protected and he would really like to get back home. Unfortunately his drive way had turned into a mud bog so it was very slow goings. When they did finally get up to the house it looked fine, but looks could be deceiving.
One by one he carried his slaves up to the porch, he didn't want them to get mud on them, he had enough on him to mad up for all of them. Once he unlocked the door he took off his mud caked boots and his pants. Running around his boxers was not idea but he still didn't want to track mud in. The first thing he noticed after opening the door was that the floor was wet. He had mostly hardwoods in his home, but there was layer of water on it. Walking through he noticed that some of the rugs were wet and that the crown molding was warping. He would have to get at team out here to clean, if they were not already busy.
"Jenn, go and check the other rooms to see if they are water damaged. Emrys, take the cat up to her pen and check the upstairs, water should not have gotten there but just look around and bring me back some pants, relaxing kind." With that he headed to his study. Just as he thought the books on the bottom shelf where soaked. He would need to make a list of them to replace. The wood of his desk was also wet. Mir then went to the music room. His violin would be fine, it was up high but his cello and piano were in trouble.
The music room was one of the few rooms carpeted, helping the sound not bound off all the walls and floor. It was cold to his feet he didn't even notice that. The water had soaked up the legs of the piano and the weight or something must have been too great, because it sat with the butt up in the air and the keys towards the ground. Walking over the knelt down and ran a hand over the poor thing. He would have to get a new one. Sighing he walked over to see about his cello. Thankfully that one was alright. Now how was he going to break the news to Emrys?