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exsiliumlogs2013-04-01 09:48 pm
allsongs) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-04-01 09:48 pm
Entry tags:
while you work
Date & Time: before the faux-invasion
Location: the Hold
Characters: Ahiru and Simmaeri
Summary: magical people are kind of magnetic people
Warnings: SHE NEVER STOPS SINGINGGGGGGGGG
[it's nearly done, this new dress of hers. in exchange for the fabric and some lessons in fashioning clothes the way this world prefers, Simmaeri would be teaching the seller this technique, learned ages ago.
she sings, singing a song young girls sing to please their mothers and nurses. a human tongue – but then, all thinking beings are called human where she's from.]
Here is my needle, here with my thread.
When they kiss the wool my mother made, my cloak is nearly done.
[just a sleeve and a bit of cleaning up to do at some seams, really. she's in no rush to finish, so she'll work methodically out here, now that the air has dried some with no threat of rain.]
Location: the Hold
Characters: Ahiru and Simmaeri
Summary: magical people are kind of magnetic people
Warnings: SHE NEVER STOPS SINGINGGGGGGGGG
[it's nearly done, this new dress of hers. in exchange for the fabric and some lessons in fashioning clothes the way this world prefers, Simmaeri would be teaching the seller this technique, learned ages ago.
she sings, singing a song young girls sing to please their mothers and nurses. a human tongue – but then, all thinking beings are called human where she's from.]
Here is my needle, here with my thread.
When they kiss the wool my mother made, my cloak is nearly done.
[just a sleeve and a bit of cleaning up to do at some seams, really. she's in no rush to finish, so she'll work methodically out here, now that the air has dried some with no threat of rain.]
no subject
[She leans a bit closer, examining the woman's work with no lack of interest.]
Where'd you find that, anyways? In the market? What kind of fabric is it?
no subject
The woman named Clara has given me this fabric. She said it will last for long, made to last. [made to last has a different cadence than the rest, matching that of aforementioned Clara.]
no subject
[She bends in further, reaching a hand towards the fabric before stopping abruptly, realizing it may be rude. She glances up towards the woman, silently looking for permission to feel the dress for herself.]