52nd Day of Spring, 515 AV
It was beginning to seem... impractical for Naiya to spend her time here. Maybell's shop was welcoming, and had once been her home away from home. Besides what did it matter if she spent her days sewing while her family worked with the herds or worked on dyeing cloth? They didn't care if she was gone the entire day laboring over small neat rows of stitches.
That was the task at hand, taking in the seam of a dress for a woman who's new guardian wanted her to dress more like the Drykas. A mass of people had been found on the web, and when the Watch was sent to investigate it was discovered the people were slaves headed for Eyktol. The people were intercepted and brought back to Endrykas, where they were welcomed and told to stay. It was similar to the raiding that had happened previously, only these people were a little more willing to embrace the Drykas after their impromptu rescue from the slavers.
So it came to be that Naiya was working on a dress for a woman much more petite than the average Drykas woman. A hemming stitch was a very simple matter, after turning the dress inside-out and tearing the seam out, it was just a matter of using the thread to pull the hem up to the proper place. It was a bit backwards from a normal stitch, going through the outside, down, back through the fabric and up through the inside layer of the hem. The stitch continued up to the outside fabric once again, and continued on in that manner until the end was reached.
It required little thought, just a careful lining up of the stitches and a special care to make sure the stitch showed as little as possible on the outside. It was one of the first things learned when sewing. Naiya was rather proficient, and her mind wandered from the task to other things. Like her marriage, and her family, and how little working at a tailor shop benefited them. They were not a pavilion per say, nor were they a part of a clan, which was mildly strange to Naiya, but not really problematic. Yet, it still struck Naiya odd to be so separate from her home. What place did a seamstress hold in a family of hunters? It seemed too odd, too ostracizing, especially now that she wanted to be a part of the family.
She couldn't just stop though. She needed to do her part, to contribute to the household. She would just have to find another way to do so, something different than the time consuming stitches that currently busied her hands.
Though what she would do was more complicated than making the decision to do it. She was no hunter, and while she was sure Shahar or Khida would be more than willing to teach her, they didn't really need three hunters. Shahar had begun to treat leathers, and Naiya night have been able to help him with those, but really they didn't need both of them tanning leathers.
Ideally she would stay home, tend to the horses, the zibri, and the goat. She would play with the cats, and keep the pavilion - well the household - running smoothly. Whether by cooking, or cleaning, or whatever else needed done.
That, of course, contributed nothing to the Drykas as a whole. That didn't stop her from wanting it, though. Not to mention, she wanted more than anything else, the time to spend with her family. As it was, she was so busy running from the animals, to the shop, and home again that she hardly saw anyone except at meals.
She would even hazard to say that she spent more time with strangers at work than she did with her husband from day to day. It was not how she expected things to go once she was married.
She sighed, the end of the work at hand forcing her to cease her reflecting over what she wished for, and to deal with what she already had.
And what she had was a dress. Or most of one. She needed to tie off the line of stitches in the seam and adjust the opposite side seam an equal amount to keep the shape of the dress proportional.
Tying off the thread was a simple enough task, she tipped her needle beneath her final stitch, pulling the excess thread through until she had a small loop left above the seam, then before pulling the needle the rest of the way through, she tucked the needle through the loop she had just created. Then pulling once more tightened both loops of thread and formed a knot in the end of the seam.
A quick cut left the seam closed tightly, the thread unlikely to become undone, and one more seam to be tightened. It had perhaps been a bell, or a bit short of one. She had tightened the seam at the waist of the dress, from just below the underarms down to the low curve of the hip.
The work, hopefully, had shaped the dress to the fall of the woman's curves. Not quite clinging to the woman tightly, but fitting well through the lower curve of the hip where it would flair. It would allow the woman to move freely, though if she were not careful, she might have some difficulty mounting a horse in it.
She had a similar job on the other side, though when she began again, the dress was already inside-out. The job was the same, so she set to it, first threading her needle with a similar length of thread, then a twist of both ends around her finger, rolling it down over her finger nail, and tugging the ends the rest of the way through the knot that would keep the thread on the needle. Starting left the little tails of the thread sticking out of the cloth, but it was a soft thread, and not overly thick, so it would not bother the woman when she wore the dress.
Afterwards she was right back to her hemming stitch, the same not backwards, but not the same as normal stitch as before. The seam pulled in about an inch and a half on both sides, the cut of the dress prior having been suited to the shape of the woman, Naiya did not have to do any complicated fixing of the seam. Just taking it in, the sane amount on either side. Simply removing the unshapely wrinkles in the fabric where it fell too low, and too loose.
It was easy to change clothing to suit a person. If only the same could be said about changing a person to fit a family.
It was beginning to seem... impractical for Naiya to spend her time here. Maybell's shop was welcoming, and had once been her home away from home. Besides what did it matter if she spent her days sewing while her family worked with the herds or worked on dyeing cloth? They didn't care if she was gone the entire day laboring over small neat rows of stitches.
That was the task at hand, taking in the seam of a dress for a woman who's new guardian wanted her to dress more like the Drykas. A mass of people had been found on the web, and when the Watch was sent to investigate it was discovered the people were slaves headed for Eyktol. The people were intercepted and brought back to Endrykas, where they were welcomed and told to stay. It was similar to the raiding that had happened previously, only these people were a little more willing to embrace the Drykas after their impromptu rescue from the slavers.
So it came to be that Naiya was working on a dress for a woman much more petite than the average Drykas woman. A hemming stitch was a very simple matter, after turning the dress inside-out and tearing the seam out, it was just a matter of using the thread to pull the hem up to the proper place. It was a bit backwards from a normal stitch, going through the outside, down, back through the fabric and up through the inside layer of the hem. The stitch continued up to the outside fabric once again, and continued on in that manner until the end was reached.
It required little thought, just a careful lining up of the stitches and a special care to make sure the stitch showed as little as possible on the outside. It was one of the first things learned when sewing. Naiya was rather proficient, and her mind wandered from the task to other things. Like her marriage, and her family, and how little working at a tailor shop benefited them. They were not a pavilion per say, nor were they a part of a clan, which was mildly strange to Naiya, but not really problematic. Yet, it still struck Naiya odd to be so separate from her home. What place did a seamstress hold in a family of hunters? It seemed too odd, too ostracizing, especially now that she wanted to be a part of the family.
She couldn't just stop though. She needed to do her part, to contribute to the household. She would just have to find another way to do so, something different than the time consuming stitches that currently busied her hands.
Though what she would do was more complicated than making the decision to do it. She was no hunter, and while she was sure Shahar or Khida would be more than willing to teach her, they didn't really need three hunters. Shahar had begun to treat leathers, and Naiya night have been able to help him with those, but really they didn't need both of them tanning leathers.
Ideally she would stay home, tend to the horses, the zibri, and the goat. She would play with the cats, and keep the pavilion - well the household - running smoothly. Whether by cooking, or cleaning, or whatever else needed done.
That, of course, contributed nothing to the Drykas as a whole. That didn't stop her from wanting it, though. Not to mention, she wanted more than anything else, the time to spend with her family. As it was, she was so busy running from the animals, to the shop, and home again that she hardly saw anyone except at meals.
She would even hazard to say that she spent more time with strangers at work than she did with her husband from day to day. It was not how she expected things to go once she was married.
She sighed, the end of the work at hand forcing her to cease her reflecting over what she wished for, and to deal with what she already had.
And what she had was a dress. Or most of one. She needed to tie off the line of stitches in the seam and adjust the opposite side seam an equal amount to keep the shape of the dress proportional.
Tying off the thread was a simple enough task, she tipped her needle beneath her final stitch, pulling the excess thread through until she had a small loop left above the seam, then before pulling the needle the rest of the way through, she tucked the needle through the loop she had just created. Then pulling once more tightened both loops of thread and formed a knot in the end of the seam.
A quick cut left the seam closed tightly, the thread unlikely to become undone, and one more seam to be tightened. It had perhaps been a bell, or a bit short of one. She had tightened the seam at the waist of the dress, from just below the underarms down to the low curve of the hip.
The work, hopefully, had shaped the dress to the fall of the woman's curves. Not quite clinging to the woman tightly, but fitting well through the lower curve of the hip where it would flair. It would allow the woman to move freely, though if she were not careful, she might have some difficulty mounting a horse in it.
She had a similar job on the other side, though when she began again, the dress was already inside-out. The job was the same, so she set to it, first threading her needle with a similar length of thread, then a twist of both ends around her finger, rolling it down over her finger nail, and tugging the ends the rest of the way through the knot that would keep the thread on the needle. Starting left the little tails of the thread sticking out of the cloth, but it was a soft thread, and not overly thick, so it would not bother the woman when she wore the dress.
Afterwards she was right back to her hemming stitch, the same not backwards, but not the same as normal stitch as before. The seam pulled in about an inch and a half on both sides, the cut of the dress prior having been suited to the shape of the woman, Naiya did not have to do any complicated fixing of the seam. Just taking it in, the sane amount on either side. Simply removing the unshapely wrinkles in the fabric where it fell too low, and too loose.
It was easy to change clothing to suit a person. If only the same could be said about changing a person to fit a family.
