01.Oct.12, 03:18 PM
Lymslea hadn't exactly been un-able to hear the 'thrawp' of the cloth, and peeked around the corner curiously. The young woman who emboirdered those gorgeous designs-something she'd never be-able to wear for they were far to pretty for mere holder girl like her made her smile.
The Weavers had always intruiged Lymsleia she'd attempted to stitch one, but ended up bloody and thread snakled fingers. "Ahh... I didn't mean to disrupt." she spoke up after a moment." She swalloed. She hadn't just walking in on this, just jumping into something with both feet. The year or so at the Weyr had mellowed passionate fire to embers. "But I was wondering if I could put in a commission. Just for something.. umm pretty?" she spoek with another weaver who raised her eyebrow. "Pretty? I'll sse.. how about.. never?" Lymsleia snorted. "Oh then who does all those pretty images of dragons mm?" she retorted. "It certainly cain be you, with that foul attitude you'd taint your work."
The Weavers had always intruiged Lymsleia she'd attempted to stitch one, but ended up bloody and thread snakled fingers. "Ahh... I didn't mean to disrupt." she spoke up after a moment." She swalloed. She hadn't just walking in on this, just jumping into something with both feet. The year or so at the Weyr had mellowed passionate fire to embers. "But I was wondering if I could put in a commission. Just for something.. umm pretty?" she spoek with another weaver who raised her eyebrow. "Pretty? I'll sse.. how about.. never?" Lymsleia snorted. "Oh then who does all those pretty images of dragons mm?" she retorted. "It certainly cain be you, with that foul attitude you'd taint your work."