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15.Jul.22, 02:55 AM
With Malvayth so happy to have Xyxyth's involvement in the stories, Cazan let herself fully relax. With the bronze around she was so much easier to handle with far fewer screaming matches. Sure there was a tiny bit of concern in the back of her mind that the gold would try and keep Xyxyth, which would result in more awkward moments with T'ryn's brother, but she tried not to think about that.
"You shouldn't be so worried about S'far. I studied under a master for a while who was just the most obnoxious man. Between him and the commentary constantly being offered from other people walking by my bench I just learned to focus on my work." Though now that Cazan had said that aloud she wasn't sure that was a good thing. Especially with the twins becoming more mobile. At least she had Lady and Sir and sometimes Mal too to help her keep an eye on them when she accidentally became too focused.
She tilted her head thoughtfully for a moment and then shrugged. "You should still probably talk to him, maybe keep it limited to trading scraps or services. I've done that before, offered to handle the tooling on another journeyman's work in exchange for a rather nice sheep skin he hadn't used yet. Maybe you can do something for him in exchange for browsing his scraps. He really does have a lot, he let me go through his pile when I needed a small piece for a bag handle."
With A'tay now in the proper position, she set her pencil in her teeth, notebook set within easy reach, and brought the measuring tape in to get his measurements. Measure, jot, measure, jot. "I know I don't have to make anything for you, but I can't just sit on the sands this long and not make something, might as well make it for you since it's partially your fault we're here." Not that wasn't really right, she thought as she glanced over at the dragons and amended, "Xyxyth's fault rather."
Caz gave A'tay a quick smile before she got back to the measuring, and once she was finished she drummed the pencil against her lip as she stared at the numbers scribbled in her book. "Interesting..." Something felt wrong about the numbers a she stared at them. They were very familiar yet also quite wrong somehow. She retook his chest and waist measurements again to make sure she wasn't mistaken, still not sure why the numbers were nagging at her, but then she had a thought and thumbed back a few pages.
"Huh. Your waist is a little narrower than T'ryn's, but your chest a tiny bit larger." The differences were within two inches, and that only made the similarities between the brothers that much more obvious. Cazan shrugged it off. "That's fine though, if anything I'll have a much easier time estimating how much leather I'll need and how long things will take. Maybe I should start with a nice jacket. Maybe a tool roll and matching satchel that's big enough to hold materials."
"You shouldn't be so worried about S'far. I studied under a master for a while who was just the most obnoxious man. Between him and the commentary constantly being offered from other people walking by my bench I just learned to focus on my work." Though now that Cazan had said that aloud she wasn't sure that was a good thing. Especially with the twins becoming more mobile. At least she had Lady and Sir and sometimes Mal too to help her keep an eye on them when she accidentally became too focused.
She tilted her head thoughtfully for a moment and then shrugged. "You should still probably talk to him, maybe keep it limited to trading scraps or services. I've done that before, offered to handle the tooling on another journeyman's work in exchange for a rather nice sheep skin he hadn't used yet. Maybe you can do something for him in exchange for browsing his scraps. He really does have a lot, he let me go through his pile when I needed a small piece for a bag handle."
With A'tay now in the proper position, she set her pencil in her teeth, notebook set within easy reach, and brought the measuring tape in to get his measurements. Measure, jot, measure, jot. "I know I don't have to make anything for you, but I can't just sit on the sands this long and not make something, might as well make it for you since it's partially your fault we're here." Not that wasn't really right, she thought as she glanced over at the dragons and amended, "Xyxyth's fault rather."
Caz gave A'tay a quick smile before she got back to the measuring, and once she was finished she drummed the pencil against her lip as she stared at the numbers scribbled in her book. "Interesting..." Something felt wrong about the numbers a she stared at them. They were very familiar yet also quite wrong somehow. She retook his chest and waist measurements again to make sure she wasn't mistaken, still not sure why the numbers were nagging at her, but then she had a thought and thumbed back a few pages.
"Huh. Your waist is a little narrower than T'ryn's, but your chest a tiny bit larger." The differences were within two inches, and that only made the similarities between the brothers that much more obvious. Cazan shrugged it off. "That's fine though, if anything I'll have a much easier time estimating how much leather I'll need and how long things will take. Maybe I should start with a nice jacket. Maybe a tool roll and matching satchel that's big enough to hold materials."
