[G] [O] 741.06.25 | Aerial Acrobat

Quinvalis brought up a good point; he was no T'ryn, she probably wouldn't get as much attention for her work as she had with the pants. But was that a bad thing? The chance she'd taken on the bronzerider had proven to be very worthwhile, in more ways than one she had to admit, and she loved the praise and recognition her work had received. She could always wait for T'ryn's next visit, make sure she still had good measurements, and work on some new project with him. But then she'd have to wait.

Why not both? Malvayth suggested. That wasn't actually a bad idea. She could do a piece for Quinvalis, then spring off of that into a fancier piece for T'ryn to show off for her. Cazan studied her potential new model for a moment before nodding. "You'll do. I really just need to make something before I go crazy. I can get your measurements when we're done with Mal. I was thinking a vest, do you have any preferences or favorite colors? I'll have to dig through my things to see what dyes I have, but I can probably get more somehow."

Right now all of her tools and supplies, or at least most of them, were still packed up from when T'ryn brought her things over from Ista Weyr. It would be nice to put more of her supplies and tools to use again. The gold dragon stretched out into a lazy sprawl, careful not to bump into either of the humans currently oiling her. See! I have good ideas!