Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
05.Feb.13, 02:40 AM
Life had fallen into a routine--if a bit uncomfortable due to the heat--that suited Jisralna quite nicely. She got up early in the morning to beat the sun and attempted to get as much of her laborious chores done as possible. After breakfast she gathered the clothing that needed washing and mending and brought it into the crafters hall--sack by sack by sack--to be sifted and sorted through. Garments were all washed and then sorted through. Ones beyond redemption were sent to the scrap pile and replaced with something similar while those needing mending were sent to a separate room.
It was in this room that Jisralna had found herself spending more and more of her time when she wasn't dragged away to do some obscure chore like helping in the gardens or attempting to cook--she wasn't horrible but she was much better at eating than she was at cooking. The main reason for this was that she wasn't too keen to be seen out and about in her present condition. But it wasn't exactly a chore; to her, sewing was as natural as breathing. It was relaxing and far more enjoyable than chasing animals that made her nervous about in pens.
Lunch had been a welcome break in her morning routine but the dining hall was almost unbearably warm and crowded and the heat seemed to elevate tempers which lead to shouting and general discord that had the woman slipping out before a majority of the others and walking from shadow to shadow back to the craft hall. She wasn't the only one there and as she stepped in she was flagged down by one of the elder weavers and promptly informed that she would be giving lessons to one of the other crafters that day.
A bit startled she lurched away as the middle-aged woman shooed her away from the looms and back towards her little room. It was the first time that she'd been asked to teach a crafter. She'd given a few basic lessons here and there to the older weyrbrat girls but never at the behest of one of the senior weavers. For a moment she remembered her failed attempt to be applied for Mastery back before the dragons then shook her head as she settled onto her cushion and pulled the next batch of clothing into her lap.
She'd just finished repairing a split seam and was snipping the trailing end of the thread when someone knocked on the door. For a moment she looked startled, her seemingly perpetually sun-pink face turned up and gray eyes wide. Abruptly a welcoming smile took control of her lips and Jissy set her work aside, she pushed herself to her feet to usher the woman into the room. "Yes, that's me. I was told to expect you. Volfetti, isn't it?"
Trying not to be disheartened by the woman's scowl, she went to fetch another floor pillow for Volfetti and urged her to sit with gestures. "So how much do you know? I little bit, surely." It was completely unfathomable to her that a woman might not know at least the basics about sewing.
It was in this room that Jisralna had found herself spending more and more of her time when she wasn't dragged away to do some obscure chore like helping in the gardens or attempting to cook--she wasn't horrible but she was much better at eating than she was at cooking. The main reason for this was that she wasn't too keen to be seen out and about in her present condition. But it wasn't exactly a chore; to her, sewing was as natural as breathing. It was relaxing and far more enjoyable than chasing animals that made her nervous about in pens.
Lunch had been a welcome break in her morning routine but the dining hall was almost unbearably warm and crowded and the heat seemed to elevate tempers which lead to shouting and general discord that had the woman slipping out before a majority of the others and walking from shadow to shadow back to the craft hall. She wasn't the only one there and as she stepped in she was flagged down by one of the elder weavers and promptly informed that she would be giving lessons to one of the other crafters that day.
A bit startled she lurched away as the middle-aged woman shooed her away from the looms and back towards her little room. It was the first time that she'd been asked to teach a crafter. She'd given a few basic lessons here and there to the older weyrbrat girls but never at the behest of one of the senior weavers. For a moment she remembered her failed attempt to be applied for Mastery back before the dragons then shook her head as she settled onto her cushion and pulled the next batch of clothing into her lap.
She'd just finished repairing a split seam and was snipping the trailing end of the thread when someone knocked on the door. For a moment she looked startled, her seemingly perpetually sun-pink face turned up and gray eyes wide. Abruptly a welcoming smile took control of her lips and Jissy set her work aside, she pushed herself to her feet to usher the woman into the room. "Yes, that's me. I was told to expect you. Volfetti, isn't it?"
Trying not to be disheartened by the woman's scowl, she went to fetch another floor pillow for Volfetti and urged her to sit with gestures. "So how much do you know? I little bit, surely." It was completely unfathomable to her that a woman might not know at least the basics about sewing.
