From the Zeta Ren Trybunel, September 4, 4101 (Page 1)
Flags Fly Amid Disaster In Privately Owned Mine
While the threat of flash floods, fires and explosions, and chemical inhalation are a definite cause for concern to one who mines, the one that reins supreme for many is cave ins. For one of Zeta Ren's top miners, who's a steady supplier of Gold Glass, the most fashionable, valuable, and rare natural substance in the Universe, the latter concern became reality yesterday, when the ceiling of one of his newly purchased and broken into mines collapsed on an estimated twenty-two people.
"The second I learned of what happened, I rushed to the mine then began work in trying to find an area that could be safely penetrated and then entered. Efforts began almost immediately after the cave-in occurred for the safe removal of all that were still inside." Cheshire Keueitt Ubalki, the owner of the mine that collapsed at exactly 8:30 a.m., said when questioned on the efforts to retrieve the trapped workers.
When questioned on how his mine was maintained, Mr. Ubalki said that he and the ones who worked for him went by what was listed on Document 12 of the Mining Act. The act states that no one is to enter a mine that's wished to be explored until after its been secure from both the inside and outside. Six sturdy boards are suppose to be applied before the two chosen entrances, while the ceiling and walls are suppose to have more than twelve before them. It's said that, at the time of the mine's collapse, two boards, that were holding the ceiling up, were noted as sagging; an attempt to replace them was being done when the mine collapsed on most who were inside.
It wasn't until the mine's overseer was approached, and then questioned on what happened, that the flags started being flown on Mr. Ubalki's claim. According to the overseer, his employer requested for six boards to be applied to the mine's interior walls and ceiling and that the entrances were to have only four before them. When one went to check into this claim, it was discovered to be accurate, which put Mr. Ubalki's statement in check. Following this discovery, it was learned that Mr. Ubalki employed an excessive amount of people to work the mine and didn't equip half of them with the necessary equipment that one needs while working underground.
"The general rule is that only one person per mile there is to an underground mine is allowed inside to work. Mr. Ubalki's mine runs a length of nearly fourteen miles, which means that only thirteen people should of been in it." Glaarilem Aracks, a spokesman for the Zeta Ren Miner's Guild, said three hours after it was learned on how many there were in the mine.
There were a total of thirty people in the mine, which is over double the number allowed. Of the thirty that were in it, only eight were seen as leaving the side entrance, which means that the bulk of the ones who were in it are still inside. When approached on the overseer's claim, then presented the findings of what was discovered when it was investigated, Mr. Ubalki had nothing to say.
"We're working as stealthily as we can to get everyone that's still in the mine out." Cheshire Ubalki said before going quiet on the situation.
It's being reported that, with it heading past the twenty-four hour mark since the ceiling's collapse, the families of the trapped are still waiting for their trapped relatives to be seen as emerging from the tunnel that they went into. While activity is great around the mine's two entrances, some are beginning to wonder if the efforts being enforced to get the trapped from it are fast enough.
From the Zeta Ren Trybunel, September 6, 4101 (Page 1)
Overseer Pins Blame On Employer For Mine's Collapse
For the ones who decided to set-up camp near Mr. Ubalki's privately owned mine, the thing that they were both hoping and not hoping to see occurred when some of the people that were trapped were evicted from their entrapment space. While the jubiliant cheer was loud, the screams of horror, and wails of anguish, were louder—of the eleven souls that left the mine, only six were on foot; the rest were on stretchers. Of the ones on stretchers, two were seriously injured while three were deceased.
"What happened wouldn't of happened if Mr. Ubalki noticed the weather that was forecast for September 1 and 2." the overseer, who wishes to be anonymous, said after some of the trapped workers were freed from the mine. "Even after I sent him a report on how conditions were with the mine, he insisted on work being done on it. I knew something like this was going to happen after receiving word from him on the mine to be worked on, and tried to pursuade him into canceling the day's shift—he wouldn't hear any of it."
While it took a while, word was received from two of the men that were freed today. What the men, who have also expressed a wish to remain anonymous, have said has confirmed some of what the overseer has said.
"Heavy rainfall happened the night before we came to work. The area around the mine was saturated, and so was the mine's interior. Most of us didn't want to go in but, with hungry mouths to feed, and bills to pay, we had to; we no more started working when the ceiling collapsed." one of the men said.
"It was much like a Domino Effect—once someone noticed, and then went to replace them two boards, they came down. The ones that were around and before them also fell, as did the ones that were holding the sides in-check." the other man said.
With Mr. Ubalki already being cited for how improperly secure his mine was, and for not providing adequate equipment to his workers, the three men's words have added yet another strike against him. According to the protocols in Document 12 of the Mining Act, and the guidelines in subsequent documents in the act, no one is suppose to enter a mine after any type of rainfall occurs. When work resumes in an area where a mine is present, it's done two to three days after everything's dried up and then tested for stability. Mr. Ubalki, who owns the most concentrative mines in the Universe that put out Gold Glass, didn't do that. A check on the weather before the mine's ceiling collapsed shows that a substantial rainfall occurred on not only September 2 but also during the previous evening, which should of caused the mine to be closed down for nearly a week before re-entry and then resumed work ensues. Mr. Ubalki, instead of closing his mine down, and sending one of the specially trained dogs in to see if it was truly stable for work to be resumed in it, just said for his staff to go in with no regard to the guidelines that have been in effect for nearly fifty-two thousand years.
Investigators, who came in two days ago following the contradictory nature of Mr. Ubalki's claims, searched all of the buildings that lie on the mine's grounds. During the search in one of the mine's two outposts, they found two items that give a further strike to the mine's owner. According to Mr. Ubalki, who's been very talkative to both newspaper and news channel reporters, he had constant contact with his overseer, was on the mine's grounds before the rains came into its area, and had everything properly inspected before ground was broken—the items that were found show that he hasn't visited the mine in over two weeks, hasn't spoken with his overseer in nearly a week, and hasn't had a proper inspection of the mine's electronic equipment done in nearly a month.
"I did follow with protocol, and will admit to not following the guidelines—but only because I was given insufficient data by the man who was employed to give me feedback on what's going on around the area that the mine's in and with the weather that's being experienced in it. If I had known about how much rain fell on the first and secondth, I never would of sent anyone down to work that mine." Cheshire Ubalki said when asked about the contradictory nature of his comments and the ones made by his overseer.
Efforts are now more than doubled to get the remaining people who are unaccounted for from the mine.
From the Zeta Ren Trybunel, September 10, 4101 (Page 1)
Dispute Between Overseer and Mine Owner Causes Many To Shake Their Heads
From the Zeta Ren Trybunel, September 16, 4101 (Page 1)
Mine Owner Being Sued By Families Of Deceased Miners
"Of all the things that don't need to happen right now..." Efagti Izorot Ubalki said while stuffing the articles from the September 10 and yesterday's newspapers in his wallet then going to retrieve his just-packed suitcase and duffel bag from his bedroom floor.
Even though he was a big fan of the Trybunel, he wasn't a fan of what was being written and then put in its columns these past several days. The same went with what was being aired on the news each evening. It seemed that each time he turned a tv on, then went to see what was going on in his neck of the woods, he'd see a news clip or report being aired on what was going on with his father's mine. The news outlets were overdoing it; thanks to their blasphemous words, they were causing a lot of backlash to occur towards his father.
Everyone was pointing fingers, and creating trouble, for the wrong person. While his father owned the mine, and was the one who gave the green-light for it to be worked on September 3, it wasn't he who was responsible for what happened. It was two things that was cause for what happened; while one of them could be pinned on his father, the other couldn't.
The plot of land, that his father was very anxious to buy, was cheap at just $50,000. With what was expected to be found under it, his father thought he'd be able to make that back plus maybe an extra twenty to thirty grand. After buying it, then having the machine roll over it, to see what it was that it contained, and how many mines it had under it, his father started looking for people to work it. While half of the people that he hired to work the mine had worked with him for two or three prior seasons, the other half were fairly new to the process of mining a tunnel or underground network. The overseer, a man by the name of Mr. Glyonsi, was said to be one of the best overseers for people who mined or employed others to mine their land... it wasn't discovered until after the mine collapsed that he was a phony.
"Along with stealing around five thousand dollars of what was excavated, he didn't give some of the workers the tools that they needed to use on the mine, or chart the tools, or other instruments, that they were given. He never listed what was brought up on certain days of the week, he went behind dad's back in hiring more people to work the mine, and he was caught slouching in the outpost that his "office" was situated in." Efagti thought while picking his duffel bag up then slinging it over his shoulder. Once his bag was over his shoulder, he went to pick his suitcase up. "He was caught doing the latter more than twice; due to his paying the man that found him slouching on the job, his activity was never exposed to my father."
A terrific rainstorm occurred on September 1 and 2; despite the overseer's claim of doing so, he never reported or made any mention of it. The man paid more attention to what was being shown on his small, personal tv than on the weather. On the day following the ones where it rained, instead of going out to put the dog that pulled the small machine, that evaluated a tunnel's floor, walls, and ceiling strength, into the mine, he just sent a report to his father's cellular saying that all was fine and that the mine sustained minimal damage. His father, after seeing what was sent to him, gave the go for the workers to go to work; no more than ten minutes later, the mine collapsed on itself.
"And, two days after dad stated the wrong in his statements, he skipped town."
As the September 6 article said, a group of investigators searched the buildings that were on the grounds of the mine and found some incriminating evidence. Not all of what was found was damning towards his sire, like the news and newspapers claimed it was. Most, if not all, of what was found was discovered in the outpost where Mr. Glyonsi's "office" was and most of it had Mr. Glyonsi's handwriting and signature on it.
When the mine collapsed, and word reached him about it, his father thought that around seven of his thirteen men were in it. He was given a shock when he learned that it was twenty-two instead, and that seventeen extra men were hired to work his property. Mr. Glyonsi never approached, phoned, or sent any paperwork in about them men being hired to work the mine, or about their working it. The same went on his father receiving anything on workplace injury assessments, claims, or on the two machines and four handcarts that were purchased as "replacements" for the ones that became "damaged" or "went out" on August 17 and 23. While word was received about the mine being secure before work commenced on it, Mr. Glyonsi lied on what, exactly, was done on it to ensure everyone's safety.
According to one of the men who worked two prior seasons for his father, and was working the mine when it collapsed on him and his twenty-one co-workers, the mine was very crappily stabilized. Mr. Glyonsi appointed the men who didn't know what they were doing to do the job of fixing it up for work to be done on it; after telling them to fix it up, the man went to his "office" then started watching something on his tv. Once he heard that the mine was "secure", he waved his hand then said for everyone to go to work.
"I watched them six men fix the entrances and interior, sir." the one who his father personally sought out to interview on what happened said. "Instead of jamming the boards into the soil, then rigging a board or two between them, so they'd connect with the ones that were across from them and gain a better stability, they just stuck them in the soil then left them alone. No connecting boards were applied, nor was a criss-cross pattern done on the ceiling or walls."
Due to his tagging along with his father on certain days when he was both a young child and grown adult, he knew that this caused a ticking time-bomb to happen. It was a miracle that the entrances didn't collapse after the ceiling did; if the ceiling had a criss-cross pattern done on it with the boards, and if that pattern was connected with the one that was utilized on the walls, it wouldn't of fallen and five people wouldn't of died.
"Everyone in my family believes that he's innocent, and that he's not at fault for what happened. All of our friends believe that he's not the one responsible for what happened. And his lawyer also says that he's not the one that should be held accountable for what happened." he thought while leaving his room then going to where the stairs were.
Course, tell that to anyone else and they'd probably say otherwise. As of the last couple of days, more than thirty people from the ZRMG—the Zeta Ren Miner's Guild—had flocked to his family's abode to run their mouths and create unneeded trouble for him and his. Members of the families of the deceased workers had also flocked to their doorstep, as had friends and no one in particular relation to the ones who passed after the mine collapsed on them. Due to concerns that arose from everyone and their mama's flocking to their abode, all of the animals were herded up then put in their barns and none of the younger members of his family were allowed to go out for some sunshine or fresh air—in order to keep everyone, from animal to family member, safe, the order was given for most everyone to stay indoors and keep as low a profile as could be.
His mother, while able to continue with the life that they only just made a return to enjoying, was very sympathetic to everyone who came by despite being a nervous wreck. She was doing her best to keep most everyone in their family preoccupied and happy during this process. His father was the only one that she wasn't able to keep preoccupied, or happy; the man was being run ragged, and was going on five days of having no sleep because of it and the concerns that were falling on his shoulders. As much as it pained him to think it, his father, who was usually so calm, patient, and understanding, looked to be close to losing it.
"And that wouldn't be happening if the news outlets weren't taking a better than keen interest to what's coming from the mouths of the men who have little to no experience in working a mine. Nothing of what my father found when he conducted his own investigation, and nothing from the men who have experience in working for him, is being taken down or mentioned on either the news or newspaper columns."
While finishing his descent down the stairs, he thought about what else his father was dealing with on this mine situation. Along with having to deal with the blasphemous words that were being spread via the news outlets, and trying to keep his family safe during this trying time, he was dealing with Mr. Glyonsi. The whereabouts of the man who skipped town after his employer started denouncing what he was saying were listed as unknown for all of three days before a report came in about his being "missing". His father, after taking a drive out to the man's residence, disconfirmed that report by not only seeing that he was in his home but also moving about the buildings that lie around it. With the way Mr. Glyonsi was with that mine, and trying to scape-goat someone else so he could continue on as if nothing had happened, he was looking for trouble on more than one issue.
His father, along with being at risk of losing his mining license, was being sued for what happened and was also being blamed for the deaths of them five men. The last he heard, his father was suing Mr. Glyonsi for all of what happened, and for his negligence in doing what he was hired to do. A charge for fraud, theft, and character defamation was also been looked at—the latter being done because his father's reputation was being tarnished by what the man was saying on him.
"But that's not the worst of what's going on." he thought while opening the door to his family's abode then stepping out onto the porch.
While the collapse of that mine was bad, and Mr. Glyonsi being a phony, and running off, leaving his father all the blame, was worse, the act of his father not being able to uphold his plan in going to Earth for the next few months was both sickening, infuriating, and saddening. His father was looking forward to spending the final two months of Tazir and his family's stay on Earth with them and he was more than disappointed in hearing that he was no longer able to do this. Instead of getting to know Guyunis, and rekindling and gaining a relationship with Angel and Tazir's sons, he was stuck here, dealing with business in keeping things from falling into more disarray and with matters in court.
He received a shock yesterday, after his father got off the phone with his lawyer, who he spoke with for a long, three hours. The man, along with disclosing his feelings on the situation with his mine, asked for him to take his place on Earth. He, not wanting to cause anymore stress to fall on his shoulders, and wanting him to feel like one issue was lifted from his care, agreed to do so.
"While I want you to spend time with them, and get them use to you, I also want you to lay low on the things that they do. Remember, we're the Ubalki's, not DuruVile Surfeit and his female-mirrored self." he remembered his father saying after he said yes to taking his place on Earth.
"Won't you need me on the farm?" he asked. "With Amadh's hands being the way they are, you would need someone to take his place on certain things."
"Phaggo and the two men that I hired after we came home will do fine in keeping up with the farm and animals." his father answered.
He put his mind to a temporary rest after going a short distance from the residence that he was both raised in since birth and still lived in. The act of teleporting was both quick and effortless, as was his taking in his surroundings after the oddly green, and lush, grass of Earth was under his feet and the hum of the pink shield, that was over the town of Elchesheim-Illingen, was heard. After taking in his suroundings, he started walking.
The first thing that claimed his mental attention, after he took in his surroundings then started walking along the shield's exterior wall, was his brother. He and his parents were very worried about Amadh and, if he heard correctly, so were the other occupants of his parents' house.
Amadh, on the seventeenth of April, came across Master Vile trying to put the real hurt on Hazaar. Instead of calling for help, he rushed in then started fighting both him and the two men who worked for him. Due to Master Vile's action of nearly burning all of Amadh's suction cups from his hands, Amadh was experiencing a lot of pain, which was hindering him from doing as he usually did on the farm. The plastic surgeon was able to look at his brother's hands, and diagnose the problem, and administer the potion that'd make the suction cups return to their former station, but he wasn't able to re-instate their nerve endings. A surgery was done to do that. Amadh was now on physical therapy for his hands, which was slowly causing normal hand and finger mobility to return. Due to the nerve endings being surgerically returned to his brother's suction cups, his fingers, and hands, were in near-constant pain—he was on pain medication for this, which was only taking the edge off what he was feeling.
Phaggo was doing as much as his teenage self could, while their father, and the new help, were doing the rest. Now that their father wasn't available to work the farm, it was up to Phaggo and them men to keep up with it. Because of Amadh's need to attend his physical therapy appointments, and the pain that sometimes made him not want to stand or do anything for long, he couldn't take their father's place on Earth. It was either he go to Earth or no one.
If he was needed at home for any reason, or just plain wanted to speak to his parents or siblings, he had his cellular and portable computer in his duffel bag. He also had the phone in the residence that he was to live in until November came around and good, ol' pen and paper. He was all set to go; now all he had to do was find a way into the shield then get to the house that he was to stay in for the next few months.
"Time on Zeta Ren? Nearly noon. Time where I'm at? Around three in the morning." Efagti thought after walking around a mile along the shield that protected the town that he needed to get into. After seeing the buildings that he perceived as belonging to the main business district of Elchesheim-Illingen, he stopped then took a communicator out from his pocket. Once the communicator was in his hand, he pressed his finger against the initiate button then spoke into it. "Tazir? You awake, or alive where you're at?"
"Let's not make jokes on that, please." the gravelly-sounding voice of his older half-brother came through the speaker of his communicator loud and clear a few minutes later.
"Deal. I'm on Earth, and outside the shield that's around the town that you're at. Can you—"
"Let me get dressed. I'll see you in a short."
It wasn't very hard for him to picture what his brother was doing. With Tazir not having Angel under the same roof as he for a while now, he was probably engaging her in constant nightly sex-acts. He wouldn't be surprised if he heard of their having their next child soon, or if he saw Angel puking or acting all off with her actions after getting to the residence that she and her sons, and Eshal and Tazir, were staying in. While waiting for Tazir to get dressed, then get to where he was, he looked around.
He could hear the nearby river, which he knew was the Rhine, and he could just barely make out the deep foliage that made seeing it next to impossible. The town was quiet and near-dark; he guessed that it was the street poles that he was seeing. He heard no horns blaring or blasting, no people walking about, or even saw anyone. It was hard to believe that he lived on this planet from October of last year to a little after the middle part of this year's April... and it was hard to believe that he was back on it.
"Don't even think about it." he thought when the idea of the planet's sentient female forms came to him.
The main initiative of his being here was to spend time with his brother and sister-in-law, and niece and nephews. While the temptation may be there to "experiment" with a female or two while being here, he was to try his damnedest to stave it. Even though he looked at an occasional female from another species, and purchased magazines that showed women who weren't Zetakin, he preferred to keep his intended partners as being Zetakin. The other species in the known Universe, while sexually enticing, and probably wanting to spend a night or two with a Zetakin, wouldn't be able to go for more than one turn with one of his species—unlike Tazir and Qeeta, who were half-breed Zetakins, he and his family were purebloods. He had heard stories on how females of other species couldn't handle the bulbous cap of a pureblood Zetakin, or the vivaciousness of the males that his species was known to produce—and he also had the peculiar history that was known to exist on a certain man named Pazib Clobor to know that the humans wouldn't last long with one of Zetakin blood.
Pazib Clobor met and then fell in love with a blonde-haired woman about six hundred years ago. While the attraction was mutual between the two parties, and the woman moved from Earth to Zeta Ren, there were automatic problems in the marriage. The woman, who was kept inside due to being what she was, was very negative towards her husband; she was also very against his putting the full of his penis in her, or putting his sperm in her—the wall was where Mr. Clobor's semen was said to be splashed against. The marriage lasted only a year before the two went their separate ways; with no children procurred from them, the divorce was done quickly. The woman was speedily returned to her planet of birth following the divorce.
Crack!
He twisted to the side. The pair of yellow eyes, that looked to possess tiny, black pits in their centers, were seen for only a second before disappearing. He became tense after seeing them—a certain man named Master Vile had eyes of that color... while he was mad enough at him to put him out of commission for a while, he didn't want to do so right now. It might cause trouble on his end and it wasn't what he was suppose to be doing while being on this planet. If the chance presented itself again on another planet, or on the one that he was on at a later date, he'd partake in it but, right now, not now. He turned back to the shield then waited. While he heard the sound of something, or someone, moving around behind him twice, and heard the sound of one making a grunting sound, he didn't turn to see who or what it was that was causing it.
"Come on, Tazir. Spooky out here."
It took him another ten minutes of standing there, thinking his thoughts, and hearing the noises of whatever it was that was behind him, before noticing the light. It was both red, blinking, and being waved towards the other end of the town. It didn't look to belong to a stationary object. After seeing the light, he nodded his head then teleported. He had no more done so before seeing the triple-gold flash that his older, half-brother's teleportation effect had to it. He smiled while watching his brother perform some spell on the shield-wall before him then felt his smile falter after his brother approached the wall that was just worked on.
Images of his brother being zapped back, and of his leaving a trail of sparks behind him, came to him. He invisioned his brother's yell of pain, then landing; the final image that he saw was of his brother's slow gathering from the ground. The shield, while penetrable to one of human and Goblin blood, wasn't penetrable by the other species of the Universe. Anyone who wasn't human, or Goblin, was zapped back, and knocked for a loop after landing on the ground. He was about to say for his brother to not touch the shield when, to his amazement, he stepped through it. TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit, who had a different daddy than he, and had him by a good many of thousands of years, stepped towards him after leaving the shield.
"W... did Angel drop the strength of the shields or something?" Efagti asked after his brother stopped before him.
"No. She used a spell to make it so they'll know who I am, and so I won't be zapped back by them." TazirVile replied.
"Take it that you used that same spell on the shield nearest us?" Efagti asked.
"No. Used a spell to temporarily disable it so you can get in. Only Angel can make it permanent for you to go in or out." TazirVile replied.
"She going to do that, or will I be a prisoner of the shield until November comes around?"
"Think she'll do that. I'll be sure to ask her that after everyone wakes up."
Seeing as Vile was playing prowl on the town's shield's exterior these past few days, he wasn't able to appear where his brother was initially at and then do the spell to make it so he could get in and then follow him to where the house was. Guyunis was recently given a sort of flashlight that was both normal and had a blinking effect to it when it was turned on; before leaving the house, he went to his bedroom then took it just for the occasion of getting his brother's attention and then gesturing what he wanted him to do. Once Efagti was on the other side of town, he went to work on using the spell that'd weaken the shield's interior shield-wall for three minutes and then going to him. Now that he was before his brother, and they had a small conversation, he gestured for him to follow him. Efagti, who was forty-seven thousand, five hundred, and sixty-two, did as he wanted him to.
Right after entering the shield, then letting his brother look around, and acknowledge the fact that he wasn't zapped back by the source that his wife put up to protect the planet from his nephew's brand of evil, he told him that Vile was probably in the area and that was why he made his request for him to appear where he did—it was no surprise to him when his brother described the eyes that he saw, which did sound very strikingly similar to Vile's own, and the sounds procurred by the one who possessed them. Vile had made a threat to him just four days ago that revolved around his and his family's stay on the planet—if they weren't off the planet on November 17, a hefty fee would find itself as being mailed to him and he'd be slapped with a tresspassing charge.
While he could call Vile on his tresspassery charge, and on his actually not having the side of the planet that he and his were staying on, he didn't want to. He sent his nephew a text just recently saying that everything was on-schedule and that he and his were to adhere to the plan on moving from Earth to Moas in November.
If anything came up about Efagti being here, he had a plan in order for it. Efagti was here to set-up shop—aka, move in—and was just confused over which side of the planet was accessible to him for that to happen. After getting his brother's attention, he told him this plan; Efagti agreed with it then stopped long enough to retrieve his phone. He sent his parents a text on what was to happen if anything came up on his being on the planet before putting his phone away.
"The weather ever shape up here?" Efagti asked before they teleported to the house.
"Looks to be—been nice and sunny for the last six days. Eshal, the boys, and the locals are all a-buzz with excitement over it." TazirVile replied.
"Good to know that I won't be staying in Twister Alley, or Stormy Central." Efagti said.
"Good to know that me and mine won't be experiencing Twister Alley, or Stormy Central, anymore." TazirVile said.
Before teleporting to the house, he was led through the east-side portion of Elchesheim-Illingen. His brother let him get a general idea of what the town had in it before they teleported, then went towards the house that his relatives were staying in.
It was no surprise to him that a sort of Deja vu happened after the house was seen. He remembered the events of what happened on April 17 well, and he also remembered what happened after Shaam left after hearing that his way of how things were to happen wasn't to be adhered. While the house looked the same as it did on the day that Hazaar was tracked here, it didn't have the same vibe to it, or the same variety of foliage in its front yard.
The Yoshino Cherry tree, that was in the yard's center, was quite skeletal on April 17. Its branches were now covered in leaf-buds; while it was too dark to see it in full, he had the idea that fruit was growing on it. The two, red flowering Dogwood trees, that were to the right of the yard, were also skeletal on the day that Hazaar was tracked here; they were in bloom too. The same looked to be going on with the line of bright pink, Dwarf Crepe Myrtle trees, that flanked the driveway's left side. In a way, he got the idea that spring was in the air and that everything, while slow in making a return to full bloom, was happy. Along with being happy to see and spend time with his in-law and her family, this made him happy too. No more having to stay inside because of the rain wanting to come down for days without fail, or because it was blisteringly hot or cold for days on end, or because of the dangerous storms that were popping up. He could see how his niece and nephews were getting along, and how they acted whenever they were outside. And around others! He looked forward to that too. While he had heard that the boys were a social bunch, he had yet to see it for himself; he was hoping to see both it and Eshal becoming involved in it while being here.
"Did a spell on the place the day following the one where the boys, and my wife, were found to be in it." TazirVile said after opening the door then leading his brother inside. "Added two extra rooms to it. To accommodate Eshal, and myself."
"You took up a separate room from Angel? I find that very hard to believe." Efagti said while closing the door behind him. He locked the door then followed his brother down the hallway that it was on; while going down the hallway that banked to the right after the first one came to a close, he quickened his pace—it was late and he was sure that his brother wanted to go back to bed.
"In a way, yes and no." TazirVile replied. "Took up residence in the living room during the night hours for a while, then slept with Angel in her room for about a month, then found myself as being moved to the room that comes off the basement for about a week before being allowed to move back in with my wife."
"Wh..." he stopped short after remembering something that his father told him, his mother, and siblings. Due to how the boys were so nervous of him for the first two weeks of his stay in the house, Tazir took up residence in the living room to soothe their anxieties; some sort of "neighborly" intervention happened in June that caused his brother to take up residence in some room that his nephews built. Along with being slow in moving about the house after that intervention happened, he let his wife make the decision on when he was to move back into the room that she slept in.
He followed his brother down the hallway, then up the stairs, then down the upstairs hallway. After reaching the far end of the hall, he saw that there were three doors before him. One was half-ajar; it belonged to a bathroom. Another was closed; being the person that he was, he didn't go to open or disturb who may or may not be in it. The third was wide open. On a simple glance, he noted that it was an unoccupied room—which was probably to be his until November. After seeing this room, he went in then got situated.
The room, while having red carpet on its floor, and reddish-cream walls, and a set of dark red drapes hanging over its one window, had just the basics in it. He put most of his belongings in either the redwood dresser or closet, then stashed the rest under the bed, which had a hover-type frame, and soft mattress, that was covered in a dark blue bed set, on it, then sat down.
Tazir had already given him the signal to make himself at home. He was probably back in Angel's room; undressing himself and getting ready to rejoin her in bed. Seeing as he had a couple of hours to go before actually seeing and then saying hello to his niece and nephews, and sister-in-law, he lay on the bed then took a nap.
"Don't see why I shouldn't. This is something like a vacation, and naps are manditory for them." Efagti said before shutting his eyes then going to sleep.