06.Feb.13, 10:57 PM
Jisralna smiled as the woman wiggled her fingers and inwardly winced at how rough they appeared. Certainly not the type of hands anyone would want working on fine fabrics. Looking down at her own hands, she realized how very different they were from the other woman's; she didn't do much rough work and when she did she tried to wear gloves. But at the same time they were a great deal rougher than they had been before she'd come to Katila. Life wasn't easy here by any means but Jissy liked to think that she'd adjusted rather well for the most part. Sure she still had massive anxiety over the fact that she wasn't married and about to have a child...nor was she even in a relationship that might head in that direction. Then there was the awkwardness around the men of the weyr.
Shaking her head slightly, she looked over at Volfetti. "Well, aside from fishing lines, have you ever repaired a sail?" It was something that Jissy herself had never done, specializing in clothing as she did. She imagined that it had to be much the same though sail cloths were generally of a thicker weave and so the thread and needles were comparitively larger as well.
Setting about gathering her sewing supplies between herself and her student for the day, she paused when the babe in her stomach shifted and what might have been an elbow or a foot shoved. Hopefully the babe wouldn't get restless during her lesson or she'd be running to the latrine every ten minutes which would be less than productive. Thankfully the movement settled and she could concentrate on figuring out where to start and hoping she wouldn't sound condescending. "Can you thread a needle?"
Shaking her head slightly, she looked over at Volfetti. "Well, aside from fishing lines, have you ever repaired a sail?" It was something that Jissy herself had never done, specializing in clothing as she did. She imagined that it had to be much the same though sail cloths were generally of a thicker weave and so the thread and needles were comparitively larger as well.
Setting about gathering her sewing supplies between herself and her student for the day, she paused when the babe in her stomach shifted and what might have been an elbow or a foot shoved. Hopefully the babe wouldn't get restless during her lesson or she'd be running to the latrine every ten minutes which would be less than productive. Thankfully the movement settled and she could concentrate on figuring out where to start and hoping she wouldn't sound condescending. "Can you thread a needle?"