Thomas Hut was built in 1930 thanks to the combined efforts of the founding members of the Ski Club of South Africa – one of whom was Eddie Pells – and the Worcester Section of the MCSA, who realised that the slopes of the Fonteintjiesberg were good for skiing after a heavy snowfall. The hut is named after McL Thomas, who was chairman of the Worcester Section at the time and who first loaned the funds to build the hut, and then waived repayment.
Building the hut was quite a task. A road to Brandwacht had to be built first, which was jointly funded by the MCSA and the Worcester municipality. Stone and sand was readily available, but additional building materials, such as roofing and planks weighing 3.5 tons, had to be transported to the site. This required a team of donkeys and 200 pupils from the local school!
Mor: marble floors, chandeliers, burgundy, long rants about things you care about, sunny skies after a thunderstorm, the scales of justice, satin and silk, gentle caresses and stolen glances, kindness with no hidden motives, running fingers over fabrics, sculptures, unwavering loyalty, gold crowns.
Amren: sharpened knives, wet ink on paper, the crack of thunder, the heavy taste of red wine, gold coins, the burning of alcohol on wounds, fog, gunpowder, crumbling parchment, quicksilver, wit and sarcasm, black holes, ancient ruins, whispered prayers, the screech of metal on metal, rubies and sapphires.
Viviane: soft furs, love notes, cold feet, the way the snow sparkles in the sun, northern lights, running your thumb over someone’s knuckles while holding hands, the puff of breath in cold weather, the moon, laughing through tears of joy, purple veins under pale skin, ivory lace, a hot mug warming up your hands.
Rating: T Warnings: Language Summary: Requested by anon - “Can you write a Chris Evans imagine of him proposing to you in Boston?
You’re from California but he knew that you would move out there to
settle down with him.” Note: Here you go, lovely. I hope it came out ok. Thanks for reading! xo
Marriage had never been
a topic you and Chris shied away from. In fact, it was discussed openly from
the get go. Just like any other committed couple, it was important to not only
you, but to Chris as well to know where you both stood in the relationship. Not
long after becoming exclusive, you spent hours upon hours sharing your dreams
about your potential future children, and a house spacious enough for a big
family, nothing too extravagant where you’d have to hire help, but decent sized
bedrooms and a large kitchen and living room to fill with hearty meals and
laughter and love and lifelong memories you’d both treasure.
The tricky thing was you
were a Californian – born and raised –, while Chris was… well, a forever
Bostonian at heart – no secret there. That’d been one thing neither one of you
brought to light when discussing your future. Until one day…
Someone on FF had requested a one shot after ski lodge a while ago. It took me a while to get to. I hope you guys enjoy.
Word Count: 1,592
It’s been a few days since Lucas made his decision at the
ski lodge. The happiness Riley felt that day was beyond describable, but there
was something still lingering in the air around them. Something no matter how
much Riley tried to push away, she couldn’t.
On Wednesday, Riley had to skip out on the daily routine of
going to Topanga’s to do homework, the way she had been doing all week, but
this time she had a real excuse. She had to go straight home right after school
since her parents needed her to babysit Auggie because they were going out on a
date. A task Maya would usually help with, but she was too occupied with an art
project. Riley didn’t mind; she was excited to have much needed sister brother
bonding with Auggie.
Having two Evanses as prominent members of the Expedition will inevitably lead to confusion. I tackled Edgar Evans immediately after Teddy, to show up the contrast between them, in the hope no one who follows me could subsequently imagine mixing up the two.
Edgar Evans was from Rhossili, in Wales. As such he picked up the nickname Taff, an epithet for a Welshman, from the name of the river that flows through Cardiff. He served under Scott on the torpedo ship HMS Majestic, and followed him to the Antarctic on the Discovery Expedition in 1901, where he was part of Scott’s western journey, which got the first taste of travelling on the polar plateau.
a/n: look finally decided to realease chapter number two? hahaha :)
plus, I’d like to announce that I will be uploading every Saturday. well, the ones I can because university is a bitch. nonetheless, proceed to your reading.