22.Dec.19, 04:45 AM
Cazan hadn't been as busy as she'd preferred but that was to be expected, she reminded herself, in a new market. She didn't have any established clients yet, was still getting a feel for the locals, and they were likely still getting a feel for her, so it made sense that so far she'd been doing smaller repair orders and other odds and ends. She did have one order in the works that had potential to grow from that one gentleman she'd met who made wine. She paused to dig through her notebook for the name (Je'ler) and circled it to try and affix it more firmly in her memory. If he was happy with the three wineskins she was working on then he would very likely be a repeat customer. Not a very glamorous bit of work, but if she threw in some embellishments, a bit of extra tooling, some contrast stitching, then hopefully it would lead to something a bit more interesting.
Honestly though, even with the current slow pace, she was rather enjoying herself. The dragons were interesting to watch from afar, the people had been rather friendly, and it was nice not having any bit of her normal life around to haunt her with expectations. She was scribbling down some design ideas for jackets and gloves while she took a break from the wine skins when there was a knock on her door and a familiar young man stepped in to her workroom. Her workroom. That was another nice bonus, her own private work space.
She grinned up at the mention of work and set down her pen. "For you, of course! Come on in, take a seat," she gestured towards the extra stool by her workbench. If she recalled correctly, Katiryn has said he was one of the few bronzeriders who didn't think he was better than everyone. "T'ryn right? Tell me about the boots you want. Oh and how have you been?" Had to remember to build those relationships. Customers who were on friendly terms were more likely to be repeat customers. That and he'd been easy enough to get along with from what she remembered.
Honestly though, even with the current slow pace, she was rather enjoying herself. The dragons were interesting to watch from afar, the people had been rather friendly, and it was nice not having any bit of her normal life around to haunt her with expectations. She was scribbling down some design ideas for jackets and gloves while she took a break from the wine skins when there was a knock on her door and a familiar young man stepped in to her workroom. Her workroom. That was another nice bonus, her own private work space.
She grinned up at the mention of work and set down her pen. "For you, of course! Come on in, take a seat," she gestured towards the extra stool by her workbench. If she recalled correctly, Katiryn has said he was one of the few bronzeriders who didn't think he was better than everyone. "T'ryn right? Tell me about the boots you want. Oh and how have you been?" Had to remember to build those relationships. Customers who were on friendly terms were more likely to be repeat customers. That and he'd been easy enough to get along with from what she remembered.