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An Informal Education (Tag: Tiael)
Topic Started: Nov 30 2011, 04:12 PM (382 Views)
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Breantur nodded at her comment about the correlation between the ornateness of a piece of clothing and its price at the Weavercraft's Gather stands. "That's 'cos those were prob'ly made by three or four diff'rent Weavers -- one 'oo dyed th' cloth, one 'oo did th' cuttin' an' puttin' together, one 'oo did th' buttons an' catches an' such, an' one 'oo did th' embroidery or wha'ever other fancy-work 'ere was!" He gestured with one hand expansively, causing Indigo to shift sleepily and yawn from his perch on Breantur's shoulder. The newborn flit was so tiny that he could lie curled up on his human's broad shoulder with plenty of room for him to sleep easily there. "Tha's why it's wise t'learn t'dec'rate yer own stuff -- then y'can buy simple but flatt'rin'ly-cut stuff at the shelves or 'ave it done t'yer fit, then 'mbellish it yerself," he finished with an unconscious nod of emphasis.

Then she distracted him by touching the fingers of the hand he'd held out moments before to demonstrate the toll his Craft had taken on his hands. The gesture had been meant half-humorously, but he noticed that she seemed genuinely concerned by the idea. He glanced at his hand, wondering what was wrong with it... then she took her hand away from his and he found himself rather wishing he could reach out and restore the physical contact. But he didn't dare. Instead, the Journeyman replied to Tiael's question, shifting his weight a bit on his feet as he spoke. "Nope," he grinned reassuringly. "Y'won' be doin' much a'th'stuff what made my 'ands look like this. Yer at risk fer a few pokes from th' needle, but no worse."

Her touch only solidified his determination to create something for Tiael, the sort of thing someone like her deserved to wear. He only wished he could afford the rich fabrics he would choose if he could do anything at all his imagination conjured. As it was, the plan beginning to form in the depths of his mind would cost a fair chunk of his saved marks. But he didn't even begin to question whether or not such expense was worth it. Her response to his question about her measurements, though, made his rounded cheeks flush a delicate rosy hue for a moment. He hadn't even thought of the question from that angle. It had been purely a professional-mode query.

"Sorry," he said, meaning it. He didn't want to overstep the bounds of propriety, not to mention Tiael's comfort. Though, he realized after a moment, she seemed more amused, even playful, than discomfited. That was a bit reassuring, but Breantur still wasn't quite sure where he stood or what was or wasn't appropriate. "I jus' meant... in the sense of, y'know, for 'avin' clothes made for you." And then she stood up and opened her arms wide, and he blinked, surprised, before recovering. "Yes, well... all righ' then," he stated inarticulately before turning away to get his measuring strand. It was a piece of leather with marks on it at regular intervals for Weavers to use in planning the fit of clothing for specific customers. Breantur's still had a faint leathery scent of newness about it, yet it was well-worn, showing evidence of having been extensively used.

"This won' take long," Breantur said apologetically as he used the strap to take her measurements, trying to be very proper and not touch her any more than he absolutely had to. At first he tried to come up with a way to explain why he needed them... then he realized he'd rather his project be a surprise. Yet he didn't want to lie... so he decided to come up with an alternate reason and make it also happen to be true. "I'll be makin' you somethin' in m'free time," he said in a casual tone as he knelt to continue his measurement-taking; he was checking far more than just the breadth of bosom, waist, and hips, yet at no time did he do anything he didn't actually need to do in order to create the outfit whose details were crystallizing moment by moment in his mind. He was very professional about the whole thing... though he couldn't suppress an awareness of Tiael's physical proximity that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "Jus' so y'got more t'practice on an' don' 'ave t'keep raidin' yer own stuff."
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Tiael hadn't realised quite how many people could go into making one garment and watched as the weaver suddenly became rather animated. She leaned back just a little as he began to talk with his hands as well. "Really? That many people?....huh." Well, here she was learning more than a few things in one day. The weaver did have a point, in fact, his suggestion was where her brain had been heading anyway. Make her stuff look good, or make affordable stuff she could trade or sell for profit. Of course she wasn't actually a crafter but, how hard could it be?

Tiael was relieved her hands wouldn't end up quite as calloused as his, she peered at her fingertips thoughtfully. She liked to be able to feel things, textures and while it was useful to have roughened hands, particularly if you were say, climbing into and out of high windows, she had strived to keep her hands in good condition. Peering up, she bit her lip for a moment. He'd been glancing at his hands and it seemed, he was concerned. A little unsure if she should be reassuring him or not; Tiael opted for silence, it wasn't always her strongest point.

Ahh she would have to stop her teasing at some point, but he was so easily flustered. It was endearing, though she was also curious as to why he would need to measure her at all. He tried to explain his question, though she hadn't been in the slightest bit confused. It seemed he was rather easy to keep off balance, something she found amusing and advantageous. He wouldn't get bored, plus Tiael kept the majority of the situation in control. She enjoyed that no doubt, plus it seemed she would be quite able to put her foot down if needed and he would listen. All in all, it would be an interesting set of lessons.

Before she could voice her question, Breantur was explaining why he needed to be so close and why he needed to measure her. Make something? For her? Well, this was going far better than expected. She'd intended to ask, after a few lessons, if he would mind. Payment, she would have time to work on obtaining. This though, this would be a gift and she wouldn't have to do anything. Well, spend time with him but that was easy enough. He was easy to talk to, easy to fluster and he wanted to help her learn. She could do that. "Something for me?" She asked, keeping her voice curious but casual as he began to measure her legs. She did her best not to fidget, watching the top of his head as he went about his business. He expanded a little on what he was making, and the Candidate found herself a little crestfallen. Her mind had jumped to conclusions far ahead of what he'd actually said. Gowns had spun through her mind briefly, dresses fit for gathers and all sorts. In reality, it was to be more practice material. Carefully she kept her face smiling, swallowing the urge to sigh a little. If Breantur's tunic making skills could also be used to whip up some more work clothes, then that would be nice too. They'd surely be better than anything she had now. Plus, he was right, it would be free materials to learn with. "Thank you." She said, a smile on her lips. "That's very kind of you."

She waited until he was done, then offered him a hand to help him stand up. Bouncing on her toes a little, she then glanced back to her small collection of garments. "So, where should we start? Are there many different stitches? How long do you think it will take me to learn how to sew decently?" She suddenly paused, realising she was bombarding him with questions. She laughed quietly. "Sorry, I'm just eager to learn." She said, hoping he wouldn't be offended by her barrage of inquiries.
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Actually, Breantur was anything but offended by her questions. In fact he took them as a good sign -- it was always easier to teach someone who was enthusiastic about learning. So he smiled at his fellow Candidate/student and replied, "We'll start now if you've time. I dunno 'ow much you were plannin' on spendin' 'ere t'day." He rather hoped she wouldn't be leaving soon, but he wouldn't stop her if she felt she had other places to be. Of course, she didn't seem to feel that way, so he proceeded with his half-planned "lesson".

Turning slightly, he picked up a small cloth bag off his bed and reached into it, rummaging around. Finally he withdrew an even smaller leather bag and, tossing the bigger bag back where it had been, carefully reached into the bag and withdrew what proved to be a previously-threaded needle. It was -very- difficult for him to resist saying more about his plans, his true plans, when she reacted with restrained but genuine gratitude to his "cover truth" (not a lie, since he was -also- really planning to make her something simple to practice on... it simply wasn't -all- he was planning to do!) But he managed to refocus on the lesson at hand. Better for it to be a total surprise. Then she'd enjoy it all the more.

"There's a bloody great lot'o types've stitches, now, bu' yer only gonna 'ave need of a few, none too 'ard, no' unless you change yer mind an' decide to learn summat more fancy. Fer now, there's a couple o' very basic stitches y'can use..." And, taking the garment she had brought, he put the needle between his teeth, then turned it inside-out and pointed to the seams. "See now, this's sor' of a cheap job, but it'll do well enough. I'll show you that stitch, plus a bet'er one that's sturdier but just as easy." And then his strong, agile hands nimbly worked their way down to the bottom of the shirt and pulled one of the seams apart. It wasn't difficult; it was already fraying. Breantur frowned. "Righ' enough cloth, bu' someone used sub-par thread. 'ope you didn' pay much fer this. Any'ow, now watch. This 'ere's th' 'riginal stitch..." And he lay one piece of the fabric over the other piece and began running the needle through it, piercing one side, then going back through to the other side, undulating the way a snake swims.

"Now like I said, 'at'll do th'job, bu' it's th' simplest stitch an' there's many bet'er. Fer instance..." And, after undoing the five or six stitches he'd done as an example by pushing the needle back through the holes it had made backwards, he pinched the fabric in his fingers, so that the two sides pressed against each other vertically rather than overlapping. Then he once again poked the needle through and pulled so that the thread went through both pieces of cloth. But instead of poking it back through the way he had before, he raised the needle, went -over- the edges of the cloth, and pressed it through the same side he had originally done, so that a loop of thread went over the edge of the cloth. He pulled it tight, then did three or four more. Tugging on the sewn portion of cloth, the Journeyman said, "See 'ow it's stronger? If y' do an 'ole seam like 'at an' turn it inside-out, it'll look like a nice tigh' snake-stitch but it's much sturdier."
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Tiael took his continuation as a good thing, he obviously didn't mind her questions. Smiling a little she nodded. "Now sounds great, I've got a good bit of time. I'll let you know when I should be thinking about packing up." She assured him, keen to get something productive out of her first lesson.

As Breantur talked, Tiael tried to listen and take it all in. There was a lot to memorise and even more to master in terms of skill it seemed. Still, all Tiael needed to do was learn to do some basics, maybe something a little more complex and then she should be able to work on her own clothes well enough, right? As he pulled her garment apart at the seam, she frowned a little. When he questioned how much she'd paid, she shook her head. "It wasn't much, some spares that a hold didn't have need of mostly." She said, leaving aside the fact that it had been the holders that had nursed her back to health that had said she may as well keep them in the end. She hadn't argued, all of her other stuff had been lost or taken by then. Still, seeing them come apart so easily just made her feel frustrated. She hated that this, was all she had left really.

Trying to find positives rather than get bogged down in anger, she watched as Breantur went through some stitches and finally a stronger stitch that seemed to hold much better. The cloth was alright, but now the seam was strong too. Staring a little in awe at the fabric now, she ran a finger over the seam and watched as Breantur tugged at it. Maybe there was hope for her things yet.

Grinning finally, she peered up at Breantur. "That, is very handy. Can you show me again? I want to try." She said, watching the weaver closely and trying to follow his movements a little with her hands. "How long does it take to learn all this?....well, how long as it taken you? I mean" She asked after a while, trying to judge how long it might be for her to pick up this skill. It was almost second nature to Breantur but for her, she peered at her unskilled hands a moment, her attempts were going to be awful.
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