10th of Autumn, 513AV
Sosicly wandered through the back rooms of the Weft and Warp with single-minded determination. She knew what she wanted; it was just a matter of finding it. It was not there was a lack of color but more that a influx of supply for the masquerade and too many colors to choose from. But it was only after ten chimes of wandering from thread to thread, and making a mess she would not have as much fun cleaning as she did making, did she find the silk. Pulling the spools she would need into a basket, Sosicly fairly skipped back to her main room.
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Meandering over to Avarys she tapped his shoulder, seeing as he was only checking others work at the moment. “Ah, if it isn’t Sosicly. What do you have here?”
He didn’t wait, plucking the basket out of her hand, then grinning he lead her to another room where the threads were measured before being dolled out on the looms.
“Making your own dress.” He winked, “It will cost you the same.”
Rolling her eyes she nodded, excitement warring with dread at the thought of doing all the work herself, plus any other demands of the citizens.
“How much?” He asked, pulling out the first color, a smooth bright gold. She held up two fingers, and waited for him finished measuring out her warp. They repeated the process for the bright yellow, and rich red with Sosicly holding up three and two fingers respectively.
Giving her thanks as Avarys moved off with another customer, Sosicly made for her loom, and got out the carefully knotted bundle of golden warp threads. Working slowly she kept the layered thread in an X over her hand. Habit got the measurements correct rather than any real math. And a few moments later Sosicly was using the hook to pull a piece of thread out of her hand gently through the reed then letting the loose string dangle to the floor and moving to the next piece of thread.