50th day of Summer, 515 AV
14th bell
It was hot, humid between the gentle spitting of rain. It teased at the Drykas, at the city who had not enough water for its people, who collected rain in every empty jug they owned in hopes of providing for their family and their herds. It was miserable, and it was a misery that was shared among them all.
Worse the heat and lack of water meant people turned to spirits to quench their thirst, which led to many an over heated drinker spewing their guts or behaving poorly as the alcohol affected already dehydrated bodies.
Despite the heat of the season, cold days were fast approaching, and so Naiya had work to do in advance. The shedding of the zibri's coats in the spring had lent to an influx of zibri wool to be bought, and so their supplies were high. With fall approaching, and the loss of much in the wildfire in the spring, it was likely there would be far more demand for blankets this year.
The wool purchased by the shop was finely crafted, not so coarse as some of the supply often is. It would make fine blankets, and finer clothing. She had already today sewn the finishing touches on a wool cloak, touching up the hems in loose spots, and reattaching the clasp that had come loose when it had been tried on the day before.
Wool clothing was fine, especially when one was working in the winter weather. It was flexible enough, and fairly inexpensive with the abundance of zibri to provide the material. It even did well enough sitting outside, preparing meat for the fire, or waiting for food to be done.
It was after that was all said and done that the wool clothing lost her interest. She did not sleep in wool clothing, especially not while she was trying to catch Shahar's attention. She attempted the same blase take on nudity that was true for Khida, hoping to spur some attraction between them, but often she lost her nerve, not daring to press the delicate situation too far.
She imagined other wives had similar feeling about the clothing, if not for the same reasons as her own. Surely people outside her home needed blankets large enough to share.
So Naiya took to the ground with her work, spreading the large swaths of wool across the rug covered earth. She needed both blankets for a single person, and blankets large enough to accommodate a husband and his wives, or even a mother and her young children.
But how large did such a blanket need to be? As tall as a fully grown Drykas man, as wide as three or four people laying side by side?
The cloth was large, wide, if she cut it the way it was shaped, it would remain long enough for even the tallest Drykas man. She knew that a person did not just lay flat beneath a blanket, there was tossing and turning, curling up and stretching out, so even a personal blanket must be wider than a single person. Perhaps three times as wide?
Feeling silly, but without a better plan, she laid on the cut edge of the blanket, a measure of herself alone, then rolled across the space, flipping only twice, to get the size of two more of her across the blanket. Her arm furthest from the cut edge served as her marker and she used it and her other arm to push up off the ground, but leaving her right arm on the blanket as a mark while she reached for the chalk with her left. She marked the outside edge of her hand, just a short line, stark against the dark color of the wool.
14th bell
It was hot, humid between the gentle spitting of rain. It teased at the Drykas, at the city who had not enough water for its people, who collected rain in every empty jug they owned in hopes of providing for their family and their herds. It was miserable, and it was a misery that was shared among them all.
Worse the heat and lack of water meant people turned to spirits to quench their thirst, which led to many an over heated drinker spewing their guts or behaving poorly as the alcohol affected already dehydrated bodies.
Despite the heat of the season, cold days were fast approaching, and so Naiya had work to do in advance. The shedding of the zibri's coats in the spring had lent to an influx of zibri wool to be bought, and so their supplies were high. With fall approaching, and the loss of much in the wildfire in the spring, it was likely there would be far more demand for blankets this year.
The wool purchased by the shop was finely crafted, not so coarse as some of the supply often is. It would make fine blankets, and finer clothing. She had already today sewn the finishing touches on a wool cloak, touching up the hems in loose spots, and reattaching the clasp that had come loose when it had been tried on the day before.
Wool clothing was fine, especially when one was working in the winter weather. It was flexible enough, and fairly inexpensive with the abundance of zibri to provide the material. It even did well enough sitting outside, preparing meat for the fire, or waiting for food to be done.
It was after that was all said and done that the wool clothing lost her interest. She did not sleep in wool clothing, especially not while she was trying to catch Shahar's attention. She attempted the same blase take on nudity that was true for Khida, hoping to spur some attraction between them, but often she lost her nerve, not daring to press the delicate situation too far.
She imagined other wives had similar feeling about the clothing, if not for the same reasons as her own. Surely people outside her home needed blankets large enough to share.
So Naiya took to the ground with her work, spreading the large swaths of wool across the rug covered earth. She needed both blankets for a single person, and blankets large enough to accommodate a husband and his wives, or even a mother and her young children.
But how large did such a blanket need to be? As tall as a fully grown Drykas man, as wide as three or four people laying side by side?
The cloth was large, wide, if she cut it the way it was shaped, it would remain long enough for even the tallest Drykas man. She knew that a person did not just lay flat beneath a blanket, there was tossing and turning, curling up and stretching out, so even a personal blanket must be wider than a single person. Perhaps three times as wide?
Feeling silly, but without a better plan, she laid on the cut edge of the blanket, a measure of herself alone, then rolled across the space, flipping only twice, to get the size of two more of her across the blanket. Her arm furthest from the cut edge served as her marker and she used it and her other arm to push up off the ground, but leaving her right arm on the blanket as a mark while she reached for the chalk with her left. She marked the outside edge of her hand, just a short line, stark against the dark color of the wool.
