18.Apr.18, 04:11 PM
T'ryn seemed quite enthusiasic about the shoulder pads. “I never thought of selling them to the lords and ladies, but you're right. They would probably be my best customers and might save some of the fabric that their clothes are made of so that I can make pads to match all of their outfits.”
Ambrya had no experience whatsoever with Holdfolk. Until this gather, she had never even seen them. She did love the ladies' elaborate gowns and had made some mental notes of some styles she would like to copy for herself. As for the pads, she would speak to Ameris. If it was improper for goldriders to sell their crafts, she might be able to sell them through her sister and give her part of the profits, as long as that also met with the Weyrwoman's approval.
It appeared that T'ryn liked to shop as much as she did. Idly, she wondered what sorts of things interested him and what he was thinking of buying for himself. She would have liked to ask, but the question seemed a bit too personal. If Tesamyth had not been dozing, Ambrya would have asked her to speak to Syrendryth about it. But then the bronze would tell his rider and he would think that she was nosy.
She was glad that he was willing to shop for rugs with her, although how long she would be able to look depended on how long she was able to deal with the weight of the fabric she had just bought. Ambrya wished she had told the shopkeeper to hold it for her until she came back and buy it later, but the purchase had been made. She struggled with the bag and the straps biting into her shoulder was almost as painful as Scarlet's talons.
T'ryn must have noticed that it was a bit heavy for her, and she sighed in relief when he offered to carry it. “I would greatly appreciate it,” she said, pulling it from her shoulder and handing it to him. “When it starts getting heavy, just tell me and I'll take it back.”
Leaving the fabric stall, she walked slowly, giving each stand a good look to see if they had rugs on display. “So what's your favorite color?” she asked curiously.
Ambrya had no experience whatsoever with Holdfolk. Until this gather, she had never even seen them. She did love the ladies' elaborate gowns and had made some mental notes of some styles she would like to copy for herself. As for the pads, she would speak to Ameris. If it was improper for goldriders to sell their crafts, she might be able to sell them through her sister and give her part of the profits, as long as that also met with the Weyrwoman's approval.
It appeared that T'ryn liked to shop as much as she did. Idly, she wondered what sorts of things interested him and what he was thinking of buying for himself. She would have liked to ask, but the question seemed a bit too personal. If Tesamyth had not been dozing, Ambrya would have asked her to speak to Syrendryth about it. But then the bronze would tell his rider and he would think that she was nosy.
She was glad that he was willing to shop for rugs with her, although how long she would be able to look depended on how long she was able to deal with the weight of the fabric she had just bought. Ambrya wished she had told the shopkeeper to hold it for her until she came back and buy it later, but the purchase had been made. She struggled with the bag and the straps biting into her shoulder was almost as painful as Scarlet's talons.
T'ryn must have noticed that it was a bit heavy for her, and she sighed in relief when he offered to carry it. “I would greatly appreciate it,” she said, pulling it from her shoulder and handing it to him. “When it starts getting heavy, just tell me and I'll take it back.”
Leaving the fabric stall, she walked slowly, giving each stand a good look to see if they had rugs on display. “So what's your favorite color?” she asked curiously.