Well, Ana wasn’t expecting where their play with blocks would go. Turning into vaulted arched walkways of polygons stretching across the floor like a slizer slithering, their body half above the surface of the water.
Semi-sections of the snake like construction layed languidly
Self supporting geodesics stretched into hallways.
Strong as a horse (the entemological root of the phrase Safe as Houses, given that terran houses prior to the mercy of the Compact were not ‘safe as houses’).
This form of dome structures would even pass Affini dwelling regulation standards even if just grown of wood.

Really, we should triple layer the geodesic hallways and grand foyers. Adding the layers for structural support, over engineering for large natural events. Acts as an insulation too.
We could design flood plain barriers to hamper the movements of surface water trying to move into the community, requiring the community to only sand bag the choke points which stop the water from flowing through at too many access points.
Of course, create the tsunami catching earthworks with entrances through them if they are to be used as walkways. And span the gaps, allowing Affini and their cuties to walk across the bridges between in a multilayered garden and maze.
Increasing the surface area where things may be grown through multilevel food gardening.

The schematics were being designed in Ana’s internal imagination, her imagination also being a physics based design software where she may drop into at any time.

Houses woven of branches and covered in ferns and leaves coated with scented herb stems. Leaves and umbles of thin branches.
Lavender, it is one of petal’s favourite flowers, we shall have lavender scented walls.
My pet likes tiling patterns, lets embed the clay walls with tiles. Tiles layed in that same sweeping geodesic structure we designed for the hallways.

But have the geodesics sitting embedded in the moulded surface of the mud to create three dimensional mosaic ornaments patterning the walls.
Branches of mosaic domes stretched into the aesthetically ordered polygons shifting to allow for topographical manipulations. Adding, removing or replacing polygons with their brethren, all so the non-euclidian surface may be approximated using a set of tilings which do not need to stretch, remaining the same size, as the structure they make up shifts, smoothly transitioning between forms, tesselations changing to match the shifting topology, smoothe approximation.

Flower stems and flowers proudly bursting from the wall, trunks of mosaics trees half leaving the wall but branches leaving the wall entirely, floating in the air with the majesty of matter overcoming gravity which all trees exude.
The mosaic trees leaning out the walls having good foot and hand holds for sophonts to clamber on climbing and nesting within their designed habitat, with nooks and crannies  built into the walls for little ones to rest in.
Safe as houses, sweet little mouses resting in tree hollows.
Mosaic geodesic structures half leaving their embedded homes in the walls, to enhabit the space of the room.
Geodesics flowing up the wall as a staircase, widened out far from the wall, supported at their edges by a series of large raindrops plopping to a plane of still water, stretching to the floor with an unbroken base, tail stretching like hard candy pulled to the limits of its viscocity, where surface tension breaks conjoining the liquids of the lake and raindrop mingle atomically, but the drop still has some of its form before its material and energy is dissipated into the pool as concentric sine waves emanating from where the drop became one with the pond.
The long raindrop dissipating into the floor, poured base and columns made as one.
Geodesic columns supporting the structure of the stairs


Book shelves standing proudly against the wall, just the shelves, each supported by a stretched prism of patterned off of the arches used in the architraves of wooden cathedrals, double arches as the supports for the book case, just to make the design elements of the structure scalable, incase someone wants to turn my pretty supports holding up the book shelves into large load bearing structures.

Our sink! It will be a swimming pool, with a stepped edge and slopped entrance incase any small florets or other little cuties lacking higher thought have a swim in the bathroom sink, or large pool, if the design is enlarged.
Ana couldn’t bear to think about what would happen if a small mouse got caught in a sink without a large mobility access ramp with plenty of grip with a soft high surface area, slightly water wicking material to make sure a wet sophont has enough purchase to cling to the shallowly sloped ergonomic champhered ring around the pool while climbing out.

The sloped entrance ramps surrounding the pool will allow for sophonts to wade around the edge of the shallow waters, ramping down towards the middle with a medium steepness. Crisscrossed with gently rising walkways sweeping down the champhered edge of the pool, overlapping ramps lined in the surface of the incline like multilayered stars made of ribbons overlapping both left and right, climbing out of the surrounding ampitheatre.
We really want to try to make sure that any sophont with mobility issues will be able to enter and exit the pool/sink/ earthworks around a terraformed lake?
With islands in the middle of the pool for sophonts to sun at and dry off, as well as rest if they feel like they swam out too deep or too far and need some time be on the land.

*****

“How long is she going to be like this?” xaxa enquired, looking at the restful face of a meditating Anna, before turning to look up at Avala, whose crosslegged lap she was cushioned in as the pair made a trio sitting next to the elsewhere present Ana.

“As long as she needs, little one. Our Ana is having a full body dive right now. You know how sometimes you are hit by an idea? I think playing with your blocks set her off into a world of designs of her own making.”
“Ohh” xaxa intoned.

“Can you bring us closer to her please Avala?” she undulates along the floor keeping the structure of her form, like a float drifting above the ground. So as not to disturb xara’s resting place.

“side by side with your thighs touching?”
“Please, if you please, little one.”
“Please Miss Avala, I want to lay across your laps.” xara pleaded.

With a big ruffly head rub “Anything for my darling xara”
Which made xara feel very blushy and just a teeny humiliated.

Laying down with her lower half in Ana’s lap, upper half in Avala’s looking up in her pretty eyes, feeling her chest rise and fall in synchrony with the petal’s breath.
Sometimes it’s nice to just get lost in the eyes of someone you adore.
To see their caring, protective smile above you as you lay in her lap.
Hair being brushed, untangled without pulling forcefully at all. Tiny vines unwinding all knots.
Taking better care of our little sweet heart than the poor darling can give to herself.

Avala starts humming a song.
Quiet and simple, low notes felt as if thrumming through xara’s head.
Sound waves rippling against her, splashing against her.
Some waves bouncing, scattering off into the world, others sounds penetrating to her core.

Blank little xara, staring up at her Mistress. So empty, so perfect.
A receptacle to fill to the brim with love.

An empty cup to transform with psychoactive alchemy, healing the hurts of humanity.
To have her automatic emotionally abusive thought patterns and self judgements unravelled and unwound. Our lovely floret shall be shown relentlessly how those instinctive thought patterns were just lazy emotional self harm.
A brain beating itself up in a cunning way for lacking the wisdom to see through its own lies.

Little by little we will liberate xara from the high expectations and social pressures to be who you aren’t and never live up to inflated and imposed expectations.
Told you can have the world, but pushed to struggle to live more than a meek existence where a lack of compliance to expectations and standards sees you weighed down by the weight of others, who live lifted on the labour of those who keep their heads down, lifestyles based on the dues of compliance and labour. Lifestyles which could always be taken away and reduced.

Poor xara.
Having to exist in that world.

Her bright self tarnished by the pollution on humanity’s soul.
Poor humans. Having to suffer so long trying to take care of themselves without community support structures. Without altruism.
Without dignity and adequate room to live.

Struggling to live well without us.

xaxa’s eyes had drifted shut peacefully. no longer able to focus upon the loving face above.
Feeling the cucoon of leaves encasing herself, warm tendrils climbing around xaxa’s form.
The mild skin contact pleasurants coating Avala’s vines just made xara want what she’s feeling to never end. To never be let go.. To only ever be wrapped up ever more securely, shown that she’s never going to be abandoned.
A promise as tight as her bonds.


Wrapped up as she is. Held all the more resolutely in Avala’s song. Her hollow vines vibrating, resonating hypnotically.
Home.
xara felt she is Home.

*****

They lay like that for hours. Avala with her pet.
Looking down on her with a soft expression.
xaxa’s blank little state staring up at Mistress.

Nothing in their shared empty minds
All xara saw was Avala. All she felt was the rhythm in her soul.
Music hypnotic, endless patterns on patterns of soothing delight.
Pleasure immeasurable lost in sonic experience.
Avala had reprogrammed xaxa’s musical implants, so she may more resonate her thrumming sound.

Even typing loving messages in the pitch of the song Avala was singing as she input data directly into little xaxa’s mind.
Loving written messages which can be interpreted through the timbre analysis of her song.

xaxa’s heartbeat had long since synchronised to Avala, now pumping to the rhythm of her Mistress.
The flowerbud barely put up any resistance at all.
Already given up goal directed behaviour.
The poor petal must have really been struggling to make decisions on its own..
‘the little darling’ in an blossoming of affection vines wind around and are bound
Cradling her pet in her vines, squishing her up right against the flora’s chest.
Rocking from side to sides with xara bound up tight in an everlasting expression of such affection, Avala promises to her girl she will never stop loving her, dedicating herself in eternal devotion and endless care, to be shown through the decades in uncountable finite acts of love pointing towards an infinity of love and emotion.


Avala hadn’t sung like this in a long time.
Her vines unused to pumping song and sound in synchopated symphonies.
It took a while to get started, Avala’s simple hums were her figuring out how to sing again. Time.
It was hard to start singing, in this world without Alya.
But for the first time in a long time. The same joy she felt with Alya had risen in her core.

Before she felt no reason to sing, she had no uplifting song.
A depth of emotion most sophonts would drown in.
The weight of a love of your life gone, but not forgotten.

Her symphony quietened.
Staring at the resting face of xara. Vines cupping her cheek, supporting her.
Seeing their past present and future in the girl.
Feeling the weight of the cosmos in her arms, the starlight of xara shining her heart, the radiance in her smiling eyes. The music of laughter from shared joy.
The way she breathes in ebbs and flows to the sound of Avala