02.Mar.21, 12:22 AM
Helyna had been pleased to have Vondal back… for the most part. It had been great to have her friend by her side again, and to have his (rather confused) support during the gossip and whispers spread by that poorly written lurid note. She also appreciated how well he’d handled N’mor’s rather judgemental introduction of himself when dropping Vondlyn back off, and her friend handled the inquisitive little boy surprisingly well.
But lately, every single little thing he did seemed to be striking a nerve.
First he’d sorted her yarns by color rather than weight. Then he’d put a project back on the wrong shelf “just tidying up”. Yesterday he’d hung up one of the projects she was working on with Cazan over with Iliyith’s harnesses. And today—
“How many times are you going to drop that spindle? How they could decide to make you Journeyman and I had to learn everything secretly I’ll never understand.” Helyna snatched up the fallen spindle and deftly rejoined the thread, scowling at the thick slubs in the spinning. “Where’s your head these days, Von? We’ll be lucky if this is good enough to mend with, let alone make lace.”
But lately, every single little thing he did seemed to be striking a nerve.
First he’d sorted her yarns by color rather than weight. Then he’d put a project back on the wrong shelf “just tidying up”. Yesterday he’d hung up one of the projects she was working on with Cazan over with Iliyith’s harnesses. And today—
“How many times are you going to drop that spindle? How they could decide to make you Journeyman and I had to learn everything secretly I’ll never understand.” Helyna snatched up the fallen spindle and deftly rejoined the thread, scowling at the thick slubs in the spinning. “Where’s your head these days, Von? We’ll be lucky if this is good enough to mend with, let alone make lace.”