Timestamp: 12th of Winter, 514AV
Just one more, just one more…
Rosela been repeating that to herself for the last bell, trying to fit ever ‘just one more’ design in before she had to leave. The design currently in front of her was of a pair of gloves, part of a hat/scarf/gloves set for women, and it needed something more to make it unique. She considered fur trim, extraneous little straps, and even multi-colored patches, but all the good ideas were ones she’d already done and all the bad ones were, well, bad.
The day was getting long though, Saeya and Hudon having already left bells ago. Without normal eyes to appease, Rosela had doused the candles to save a miza or two on them. The shadows closed in around her, whispering and observing her small, quiet movements over her paper. The fire was burning low next to her and Rosela huddled close to extract as much heat from the embers as she could, forcing the shadows to gather on her opposite side. She mentally wanted to continue working there in the dark but…
She had agreed to go to Likhren’s for dinner. Mostly dinner anyway; when she’d explained the amount of work she needed to do, he’d insisted she work from the ‘comfort’ of his home. He could take care of her, he said. It was her first time alone with him in his home and she couldn’t help but wonder if she was using work as a distraction from seeing him.
After a brief time where she’d attempted to create distance between them, still reeling from the violation he’d enacted on her, she had agreed to try and see what kind of relationship they could build. She’d taken the first step by agreeing to meet him at all, when she could have easily cut him out altogether and leave him with his apparent guilt over his actions. It would have been more convenient – she did not have time to spend away from her work. The bells she lost on doctors’ visits and meetings with the Oathmaster were bad enough. Her old pride had vanished though, and as much as she wanted to hate him and rage against him for his trespasses, she simply couldn’t get by without support. She would have to, even wanted to, make this work.
The child in her belly stretched then, pushing a hand or a foot across the inside of her stomach. Discomforted by the feeling, Rosela set aside her drawing board and stood, pushing four hands into her back to stretch. Three cracks popped from her spine and she groaned in satisfaction. If only she could finish this last design, she could feel satisfied enough to leave. As she straightened, the cracks from her back struck sudden inspiration in her and she opened her eyes wide.
The drawing board was snatched up, and there in the darkness, while the shadows watched, Rosela added three tiny balls of what would be black fur to the top of the glove’s wrist. She flipped the page back to the rest of the set and drew a wobbly line – a braid of yarn – at each corner of the scarf, with the three fluff balls at the end of each. The hat, originally a simple cap, received three scrawled circles atop it. Simple, easy, and just enough to make them stylish.
Set finished, Rosela threw a bucket of water on the fire, swept up her cloak and travel bundle of design work, and left.
Just one more, just one more…
Rosela been repeating that to herself for the last bell, trying to fit ever ‘just one more’ design in before she had to leave. The design currently in front of her was of a pair of gloves, part of a hat/scarf/gloves set for women, and it needed something more to make it unique. She considered fur trim, extraneous little straps, and even multi-colored patches, but all the good ideas were ones she’d already done and all the bad ones were, well, bad.
The day was getting long though, Saeya and Hudon having already left bells ago. Without normal eyes to appease, Rosela had doused the candles to save a miza or two on them. The shadows closed in around her, whispering and observing her small, quiet movements over her paper. The fire was burning low next to her and Rosela huddled close to extract as much heat from the embers as she could, forcing the shadows to gather on her opposite side. She mentally wanted to continue working there in the dark but…
She had agreed to go to Likhren’s for dinner. Mostly dinner anyway; when she’d explained the amount of work she needed to do, he’d insisted she work from the ‘comfort’ of his home. He could take care of her, he said. It was her first time alone with him in his home and she couldn’t help but wonder if she was using work as a distraction from seeing him.
After a brief time where she’d attempted to create distance between them, still reeling from the violation he’d enacted on her, she had agreed to try and see what kind of relationship they could build. She’d taken the first step by agreeing to meet him at all, when she could have easily cut him out altogether and leave him with his apparent guilt over his actions. It would have been more convenient – she did not have time to spend away from her work. The bells she lost on doctors’ visits and meetings with the Oathmaster were bad enough. Her old pride had vanished though, and as much as she wanted to hate him and rage against him for his trespasses, she simply couldn’t get by without support. She would have to, even wanted to, make this work.
The child in her belly stretched then, pushing a hand or a foot across the inside of her stomach. Discomforted by the feeling, Rosela set aside her drawing board and stood, pushing four hands into her back to stretch. Three cracks popped from her spine and she groaned in satisfaction. If only she could finish this last design, she could feel satisfied enough to leave. As she straightened, the cracks from her back struck sudden inspiration in her and she opened her eyes wide.
The drawing board was snatched up, and there in the darkness, while the shadows watched, Rosela added three tiny balls of what would be black fur to the top of the glove’s wrist. She flipped the page back to the rest of the set and drew a wobbly line – a braid of yarn – at each corner of the scarf, with the three fluff balls at the end of each. The hat, originally a simple cap, received three scrawled circles atop it. Simple, easy, and just enough to make them stylish.
Set finished, Rosela threw a bucket of water on the fire, swept up her cloak and travel bundle of design work, and left.
