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05.Apr.18, 04:11 PM
Ambrya had never thought of sewing as particularly impressive. It was more practical than anything. Everyone needed clothes and somebody had to make them. Her sister was one of the Weyr seamstresses, creating new garments and repairing old ones. Occasionally, she made covers for dragon couches as well. It had always seemed to the young goldrider that Tabryna and the other seamstresses were taken for granted, and she was pleased that at least one dragorider appreciated their skills. Or maybe he was just being nice.
She reached up and touched the shoulder pad that Scarlet was sitting on. “I've been thinking about making these and selling them. They prevent firelizards from digging their claws into your skin. What do you think? Is it a good idea?”
She had never told anyone else about selling the pads, but she had been considering the notion for some time. If she decided to do it, she would have to pass it by Ameris first, just to make certain it was okay for goldriders to sell things they made. There were so many aspects of being a goldrider that she still didn't understand, but she did know that they were held to rather high standards even though they had few actual responsibilities.
“Very true,” she acknowledged. “I'm not as concerned with price as I am with quality.” Ambrya had saved a lot of marks over the past few years. There wasn't usually much to spend them on. She didn't drink and gamble like a lot of riders did and she doubted she ever would. Such activities didn't interest her at all. “There are probably quite a few stalls that sell rugs.”
She grinned when T'ryn claimed she should buy a piece of jewelry too. “That sounds like a fantastic idea. You should buy something special for yourself as well.” Handing the bolts of fabric she wanted to purchase to the stallkeeper, she told him how much she wanted of each one and after he had cut it for her, she paid him and tucked the fabric into a bag she had brought along for her purchases.
Ambrya slung the straps of the bag over her free shoulder. Because of the amount she had bought, it was quite heavy. It took a lot of cloth to make a couch cover. “Do you want to look for rugs with me, since you mentioned buying one too?”
She reached up and touched the shoulder pad that Scarlet was sitting on. “I've been thinking about making these and selling them. They prevent firelizards from digging their claws into your skin. What do you think? Is it a good idea?”
She had never told anyone else about selling the pads, but she had been considering the notion for some time. If she decided to do it, she would have to pass it by Ameris first, just to make certain it was okay for goldriders to sell things they made. There were so many aspects of being a goldrider that she still didn't understand, but she did know that they were held to rather high standards even though they had few actual responsibilities.
“Very true,” she acknowledged. “I'm not as concerned with price as I am with quality.” Ambrya had saved a lot of marks over the past few years. There wasn't usually much to spend them on. She didn't drink and gamble like a lot of riders did and she doubted she ever would. Such activities didn't interest her at all. “There are probably quite a few stalls that sell rugs.”
She grinned when T'ryn claimed she should buy a piece of jewelry too. “That sounds like a fantastic idea. You should buy something special for yourself as well.” Handing the bolts of fabric she wanted to purchase to the stallkeeper, she told him how much she wanted of each one and after he had cut it for her, she paid him and tucked the fabric into a bag she had brought along for her purchases.
Ambrya slung the straps of the bag over her free shoulder. Because of the amount she had bought, it was quite heavy. It took a lot of cloth to make a couch cover. “Do you want to look for rugs with me, since you mentioned buying one too?”
