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03.Jan.20, 12:15 PM
"Have fun, try not to let them tease you too much." Cazan gave T'ryn a smile as he went to go perform his obligatory socialization duties. He was such a courteous young man, making sure that she had company before going to tackle his relatives. She turned her attention back to that company with a warm smile as she started to talk about work again, opening with an explanatory, "Sometimes I help my brother brainstorm when coming up with new designs, so maybe I can help cut down on your consultation time with him."
She kept the conversation about N'mor's needs and limitations with his hand to a very basic level to avoid betraying her true skill, and mostly tried to stick to general style preferences and best case scenarios regarding fit and final look if her brother could get the fastenings right. Cazan wasn't a very big drinker, but she did try to follow the generally polite social protocol of matching someone for drinks. That combined with how caught up she was in the thought of more work (and more exposure for that work, she imagined N'mor would be another good walking advertisement) meant she didn't really notice when their glasses were refilled.
Cazan did notice that it was getting a bit stuffy though. It was warm enough that she shrugged off her small dress jacket to leave her arms exposed and help cool herself off. The garment was draped over the back of a chair and forgotten as she continued to chat with N'mor. Her sense of time was rather nebulous, she didn't even notice his distasteful glances up towards Casa, as she glanced around, wondering how she was going to warm back up just the slightest as she realized that without any sleeves the room was just a touch too cold.
The next thing she knew, she was shooting back the rest of his wine and handing the empty glass back to him to hold while she fussed with the buttons of his vest. "There, can't spill the wine if there's none left. Now hold still while I get this off you." The vest would be perfect, she'd get to be cool with her arms free and just the slightest bit warmer than without. Once the garment had been secured around herself she refilled both of their wine glasses and gave N'more a curtsy, "Thank you sir, you are a fine gentleman. T'ryn needs more friends like you."
She kept the conversation about N'mor's needs and limitations with his hand to a very basic level to avoid betraying her true skill, and mostly tried to stick to general style preferences and best case scenarios regarding fit and final look if her brother could get the fastenings right. Cazan wasn't a very big drinker, but she did try to follow the generally polite social protocol of matching someone for drinks. That combined with how caught up she was in the thought of more work (and more exposure for that work, she imagined N'mor would be another good walking advertisement) meant she didn't really notice when their glasses were refilled.
Cazan did notice that it was getting a bit stuffy though. It was warm enough that she shrugged off her small dress jacket to leave her arms exposed and help cool herself off. The garment was draped over the back of a chair and forgotten as she continued to chat with N'mor. Her sense of time was rather nebulous, she didn't even notice his distasteful glances up towards Casa, as she glanced around, wondering how she was going to warm back up just the slightest as she realized that without any sleeves the room was just a touch too cold.
The next thing she knew, she was shooting back the rest of his wine and handing the empty glass back to him to hold while she fussed with the buttons of his vest. "There, can't spill the wine if there's none left. Now hold still while I get this off you." The vest would be perfect, she'd get to be cool with her arms free and just the slightest bit warmer than without. Once the garment had been secured around herself she refilled both of their wine glasses and gave N'more a curtsy, "Thank you sir, you are a fine gentleman. T'ryn needs more friends like you."
