08.Jan.20, 06:05 AM
"Oh just a pair of gloves with some extra fur lining on the inside. I guess someone's headed for snow soon." Cazan found herself keenly aware of how close T'ryn had become to peek at her work. Normally it was fine, she enjoyed his company, and didn't mind the closeness. Or did she secretly like it? She was second guessing herself now and trying to think back on every past interaction she'd had with T'ryn, which led to memories that were distinctly unhelpful. She paused to crack her knuckles, teeth on her lower lip as she focused on getting the last few stitches in. "Just about done with these. Final touches and they can go to their new owner. And yes, I have been getting more work and in more than just your sizes."
She turned to give him a smile and faltered for a moment, cheeks tinting red. Right. They were to have a talk. With the stitching done her hands were dreadfully empty so she drummed them on the table for an anxious moment. She contemplated grabbing a bite from the plate to toss into her mouth but her stomach wasn't fit for food and it would only delay the conversation further. Cazan took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "So... I guess we have that talk now.. now that it's breakfast."
There was one more pause as she tried to steady her nerves. She'd had to talk to angry customers, angry leatherworkers, handsome men, beautiful women, had even shouted someone down over a design theft accusation; all of that had been fine. She'd been able to easily brace herself and go in once she'd gotten a feel for the situation. Why couldn't she just do that here? Why was this one man making it so hard to talk? "I don't want you to hate me. Or feel like I've tricked you. That was never my intent... well it was never my intent to hurt anyone. And this isn't something I'm used to, it isn't me. My brother's the one who normally... kisses people and such. But I liked kissing you," she paused and sighed as she added, "and the other stuff we did as well. It's why it's so hard for me to say what I need to. I'm not who you think I am, T'ryn."
She turned to give him a smile and faltered for a moment, cheeks tinting red. Right. They were to have a talk. With the stitching done her hands were dreadfully empty so she drummed them on the table for an anxious moment. She contemplated grabbing a bite from the plate to toss into her mouth but her stomach wasn't fit for food and it would only delay the conversation further. Cazan took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "So... I guess we have that talk now.. now that it's breakfast."
There was one more pause as she tried to steady her nerves. She'd had to talk to angry customers, angry leatherworkers, handsome men, beautiful women, had even shouted someone down over a design theft accusation; all of that had been fine. She'd been able to easily brace herself and go in once she'd gotten a feel for the situation. Why couldn't she just do that here? Why was this one man making it so hard to talk? "I don't want you to hate me. Or feel like I've tricked you. That was never my intent... well it was never my intent to hurt anyone. And this isn't something I'm used to, it isn't me. My brother's the one who normally... kisses people and such. But I liked kissing you," she paused and sighed as she added, "and the other stuff we did as well. It's why it's so hard for me to say what I need to. I'm not who you think I am, T'ryn."