07.Feb.13, 02:21 AM
Volfetti paused at the question. At her hold the sails had usually been turned over to the women to repair, but being one of the few who worked the rigs and boats Volfetti had been excluded from that. Katila was a different situation however, with such a mish-mash of skills amongst them.
"When I was brought here, I had to request for sails to be stolen as they had no suitable cloth to use for making them. They found horrendously ripped ones, clearly discarded for their uselessness. As a trapped woman I had little choice but make do. I spent weeks trying to fix them. In the end I had to get another stolen woman to help me." Volfetti cringed at the memory, she had pricked herself countless times with the needles and had to attempt to rethread the needle even more.
She watched with interest as Jisralna gathered and sorted out her sewing supplies between them. At her pause, Volfetti gave her a kind smile. "Is the babe being a nuisance?" She asked gently. Volfetti had no idea this was Jisralna's pregnancy, instead she assumed it must have been her third or fourth by now. Such a pretty dainty woman, that was the type that the men clamoured for. Volfetti was nice enough to look at, but they never appreciated her determination for work nor her calloused skin. Heavy muscles was also not on the checklist of 'the perfect woman'.
At the question Volfetti gave a little sigh. "I was taught when I had to mend the sails here, but that was over five years ago now. I honestly don't remember how. I probably did it wrong anyway." She gave the weaver a wane smile. While she came with a somewhat blank slate to teach, at least she would throw her dedication into learning the skill. She'd be damned if she had to have extra lessons! She'd prove she could sew with just a few.
"When I was brought here, I had to request for sails to be stolen as they had no suitable cloth to use for making them. They found horrendously ripped ones, clearly discarded for their uselessness. As a trapped woman I had little choice but make do. I spent weeks trying to fix them. In the end I had to get another stolen woman to help me." Volfetti cringed at the memory, she had pricked herself countless times with the needles and had to attempt to rethread the needle even more.
She watched with interest as Jisralna gathered and sorted out her sewing supplies between them. At her pause, Volfetti gave her a kind smile. "Is the babe being a nuisance?" She asked gently. Volfetti had no idea this was Jisralna's pregnancy, instead she assumed it must have been her third or fourth by now. Such a pretty dainty woman, that was the type that the men clamoured for. Volfetti was nice enough to look at, but they never appreciated her determination for work nor her calloused skin. Heavy muscles was also not on the checklist of 'the perfect woman'.
At the question Volfetti gave a little sigh. "I was taught when I had to mend the sails here, but that was over five years ago now. I honestly don't remember how. I probably did it wrong anyway." She gave the weaver a wane smile. While she came with a somewhat blank slate to teach, at least she would throw her dedication into learning the skill. She'd be damned if she had to have extra lessons! She'd prove she could sew with just a few.