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For once, his shoulders were even. Sort of. Dusk was heavier than River, and sitting on the shoulder that was less used to being sat on. Still, he was quite gratified that Dusk had considered it worth leaving the weyr this morning. Both of them seemed to love tailors for some reason, and he'd managed to get across to them that they were going to a new one today. He was thoroughly unhappy with the service he'd been getting down at the Hold, and as such he was finally visiting the in-Weyr tailor. He hadn't decided quite what he was after yet, but he wanted something new, and he supposed he might as well spend the mark River had brought to him the other day.

As he stepped into the shop,, his grey eyes scanned it critically. At first glance everything was in order, and now he knew what it was that pale boy got up to. Apprentice? Had to be, he was too young for a journeyman. A swift flash of moment caught his eye a moment later, and L'thor smiled; someone else with a flit. Doubtless they would have plenty of things to talk about whilst he was making his mind up. People who didn't have firelizards just didn't quite seem to understand how wonderful the annoying little buggers were.

"Hyperactive, prone to cause mischief, often vain," his dragon's voice smirked. "You just like the little things because they remind you of yourself.

L'thor gave a snort of disgust and chose not to dignify that with a response. He was far smarter than flits were for one, and for another... Well, yes. Ha; for another he wasn't fixated with food, so there!

Very good Mine, Raith sent along with an amused rumble, "very good."

L'thor smiled and shook his head as River took off and flew over to the green flit with an excited squeak of greeting. "Not at all," he said with a nod towards the cheerful blue flit, "he's just as bad. I think you probably can help me," he went on, reaching up to stroke Dusk who was projecting a need for fuss to him. "I haven't come here with anything I really need in mind, other than something new. A Shirt, jerkin, tunic, cloak; no idea," he grinned at the pale boy and shrugged, "what do you think I should buy?" He did need ideas after all, and he was still trader enough not to be taken in by a pretty patter. He'd get himself something that was nice, useful and affordable.

"'m L'thor by the by," he went on with a smile, "the curious one is River, and the lazy one is Dusk. They're both very happy to be here though; they like tailors shops for some reason." Perhaps because he liked them too; it was certainly possible.

L'thor frowned thoughtfully and shook his head slightly. "No, the palest I usually go for is a mid cream. I tend to prefer muted tones; personally I find that vivid colours look rather crass on most people, myself among them. Some can wear bright red or gold, but I'm not one of those who can. Silvery greys, browns, dark or subtle blues tend to be my preferences..." He supposed he could do with a new shirt; quite a few of his smart ones had been rendered thoroughly unsmart by wine stains. "A shirt," he decided aloud, "something with big sleeves but close cuffs I think."

Seen as Kita had pointed him at the fabrics, he set off towards them and began to look them over. He had to admit that the higher end was very good quality; there was some silk and everything... Humm. "Do you have any dark brown silk?" L'thor asked as he glanced about at the range of materials on display. River meanwhile gave another happy cheep and fluttered over to see what L'thor was finding so interesting. When he alighted on the human's shoulder, he found himself disappointed by the fabrics and took off again almost immediately. L'thor scowled slightly and tried to give the blue flit the impression that if he messed with anything he'd be missing dinner. From the chastened creel the firelizard gave, he'd got the gist of the message.

"I've told him to behave," L'thor said to Kita with a roll of his eyes and a gesture at River. "This one here's much less trouble," he added with a chuckle, "far too lazy to go around stealing things, or sticking his nose into places it shouldn't be, aren't you Dusk?" The dark blue flit crooned happily, pleased at being spoken to in a kind tone but understanding no more than that.

L'thor smiled, gratified by the compliment to his flits and gave a slight nod. "Your Thell is quite lovely too... Copper sounds like it might be good actually if you don't have a deep brown." He didn't own anything in that shade, but he felt it might suit him. He could always set the material against himself to see in any case. "As to the sleeves," he went on, "I'm not quite sure. Full but not ridiculous, though I suppose everyone have a different definition of that. The things I've seen on some lord holders would be wide enough to make two more shirts out of each sleeve in all probability." Probably compensating for a lack in other departments in his opinion.

"You are so very critical of anyone with rank," Raith chuckled into his mind. "Not all of them are idiots you know."

"Mmm, that's your opinion," L'thor replied. "If they're not sharding pompous idiots when they get their rank, the vast majority soon become that way. Power almost always corrupts in one way or another. It makes people greedy, or selfish, or it makes them look down or others or it makes them cowardly and afraid of losing all they have gained. Fools all, deadglows and werry-heads." He had no use for the like of bronze riders, queen riders and lord or lady holders. They thought they were better than him just because they'd lucked into power. They were wrong. Very wrong.

"If you've any pre-made patterns with wide sleeves I'll take a look at them," L'thor said once he'd finished his internal rant. "Even if I don't fancy any of them I might be able to point out elements I like to make up a new one."

River launched off his shoulder, probably with a mind to land on the shiny stuff and so L'thor directed him firmly to a space on the workbench beside the cloth. The blue flit landed for only a moment before hopping back into the air and flitting over to croon cheerfully at Thell again.

L'thor chuckled at the flits antics for a moment before looking down at the fabric. It really was nice material. Was it too flashy for him? No, not quite. It wasn't gold or anything, didn't scream for attention when you looked at it. Subtle beauty; just the way he liked his clothes. Frowing thoughtfully, he laid a hand down on the cloth and inspected his skin tone against it. Well that was good; it went with that. Bending over, the green rider pulled some of his chestnut hair over his shoulder and inspected how that looked with the fabric. Again, it was a good contrast. Not too similar a hue, but not clashing either.

"Yes, this copper looks good," he said with a nod as he turned to Kita again. "I'd value a second opinion though; last thing I need is to delude myself into believing something suits me just because I like the colour." Some people would insist on wearing their favorite shades, no matter how bad they looked in them. D'los had been notorious for that before they'd been together; he'd always loved to get hold of things in rich bright blues that suited his complexion and eyes not at all. He missed taking his weyrmate to the tailor and choosing shades that did look fetching on him. Had it really been almost a turn now? Yes, it had. Time had flown away from him, and that could only be a good thing.

"Mmh," L'thor nodded his agreement as River flitted after Thell and trying to study the needle in flight. L'thor choose to ignore the pair of firelizards; so long as they were keeping themselves harmlessly entertained he was perfectly happy to leave well enough alone. "I'd look like a complete fool with matching trousers, or flashy ones come to that," he went on, "Dark brown, grey, maybe black would work. I suppose I shall have to experiment."

If nothing he had went with the shirt, he could always get new trousers after all. Worst case scenario, he had to earn himself a few marks by taking passengers from the Hold places they wanted to go. Raith didn't seem to mind such tasks, but personally he rather resented needing to earn his marks by playing at courier.

"That's because you have an ego bigger than a gold's wingspan," Raith told him with a chuckle. "Really there's nothing wrong with helping folk less fortunate than yourself out, is there? Especially if they pay you good marks for your trouble, it means you can buy pretty things for yourself and I know you like to do that."

"Mmm, the eternal dilemma; pander to my own hugely inflated ego, or earn marks to buy myself nice things. Such hard decisions my life is made up of," he sent back to his dragon teasingly. Earning marks usually won out in the end anyway, that way he had something to spend and something to gripe about.

Frowning thoughtfully, L'thor looked over the patterns. First too small, last too large, second good. He tapped it thoughtfully with a forefinger. "This one I think. A simple design for the rest of the shirt would be best I think; the sleeves are fancy enough without going into ribbons and frills or anything of that ilk."

L'thor frowned thoughtfully for a moment before shaking his head. "No, I think designs would be a bit much as well," he said as he stood obediently for measurements. "Get off Dusk," he added, shrugging the shoulder that the flit still perched on, "you'll be in the way up there." The large blue gave a resigned cheep and hopped off L'thor's shoulder, spreading his wings to glide down onto the workbench. After a moment or two, he decided that it was worth the effort of more flying to go and join his fellow flits, and launched himself into the air again. River, who had landed not far from Thell and was peeing at her needle, cheeped at his brother and shuffled sideways to give him room to land.

L'thor chuckled softly at their antics and shook his head. "Amazing, Dusk actually moves more than necessary for once. How long have you had your Thell?" He'd seen the green flit buzzing around with the pale tailor more than once, and she looked pretty adult to him but he couldn't guess more than that. He'd had his two for... eleven turns? Yes, had to be about that. How long did flits live anyway? He'd never thought to ask anyone that, but both Dusk and River still looked much as they ever had since maturing so he doubted they were all that old for their kind yet.