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Sewing wasn’t one of Iloraz’s strong points, and when he heard that one of the older candidates was inviting people to practice, he had decided that he would join in. He knew the basics, sure, everyone did, but that didn’t mean that he was any good at it. In fact, the only part of it that he was good at, was the poking himself with the needles part.

He bounded happily into the barracks, grinning wildly, and then over to where Folen was, flopping down onto the floor in front of the other candidate bunk. “Hey!” he said, greeting the other boy enthusiastically. “This is open for everyone, right? That’s what I heard anyways, but you never know.”

Jadamirei flung herself into the room, her pigtail braids flying out in front of her. "I'm sorry I'm late, Folen, I-" she stopped at the sight of two others- male- already there and gave them both a smile. "Oh, hello! I'm Jada, are you here to learn too?"

She gave a critical eye to the pile of mending on the bed and wrinkled up her nose. At least none of it was white. "I remembered my thimbles." she held up the protective finger covers happily. In the end she had purchased one of each, to try them out and see which worked better for her.

If it kept her from bleeding all over the laundry, it was worth it. She moved over to where the laundry was, absently taking a knee on the floor near the bunk and poking through the pile of mending.

Zhierd eyed the bunk with the sewing supplies on it. Maybe he hadn't really thought this threw well enough before he came here. Those needles could poke an eye out, and he very much liked his eyes. Well he wasn't chicken enough to leave. Slowly he walked over and stared at the tools. There were so many! Was that a thimble? He carefully picked up the little round thing that looked as if it were a hat for his finger. He carefully examined the items and watched what the others picked up so he knew what he would need.

Finally Zhierd sat down with his instruments, awaiting instructions. He just rather hoped he didn't look too foolish. What did he do with a thimble? He wondered. It did look as if it fit on his finger, but which one? The young boy could feel his cheeks getting hot as he stared at the object. How embarrassing! He couldn't even begin to learn how to sew if he didn't know how to use the tools.

Zhierd sat quietly waiting for a few minutes. He just wouldn't start until Folen did. That way he wouldn't be embarrassed when he used or did anything wrong. He just hoped the man did start soon and would actually explain what everything was.

"No, I don't mind at all!" she agreed easily. "What are your names?" she asked the two other Candidates. "I think... I may have seen you, but I can't place a name, I'm sorry." She lifted one of the needles gingerly, poking it tentatively against the thimble on her finger.

Nope, no pain, and no blood. Having thus proven to herself that she should be fairly safe, she grabbed a few pieces of mending, staring at it as though it were a foreign object of unknown origins. Curiosity, and a little terror.

Then she seemed to grow resolute, telling the pile of cloth she would not be defeated! All of this was as obvious on her face as if she'd said it aloud. It may have been amusing.

"I'm Iloraz," the young candidate answered. "It's nice to meet you."

He moved over to where the supplies were laid out, and picked up what he needed. A needle, some thread, something to mend, and then a thimble. He had to try on several before finding one that would fit on his finger, but once he did, he took his supplies and sat back down on the floor.

"So, are either of you good at this?" he asked, playing with the thimble. It was shiny, and kind of interesting, although he wasn't sure if he was convinced that it would be useful in sewing.

Folen made a face and laughed. "Where are my manners? My mother would never let me hear the end of it if she knew I had forgotten to introduce myself. As Jadamirei says, I am Folen. It's good to meet you Zhierd, Iloraz."

Giving Jadamirei a friendly squeeze on the shoulder to try and reassure her he grinned lifting an eyebrow. "So I've got you fooled have I? I am surprised you didn't hear about the day I tried to help the cooks pluck, stuff, and roast a wherry. Feathers got everywhere. Including the Master's Klah. They wanted to ban me from the kitchens, but they desperately needed the help. I was washing dishes for a long time after that."

"Don't worry about how good or bad you are doing. Any time you are learning something new it's going to take you a while to get the hang of it. Just take your time, we're not weavers we don't need the mending done in a hurry. It's not going anywhere. Go slow and practice as much as you can and you will get better over time. I have." Folen assured his fellow candidates.

"Learning anything is like going on a journey you never really finish. Saying I am not good enough at sewing is like saying I'm not in High Reaches Hold. Ok so your not there yet and you may never get there. But you'll never get there if you don't get up and walk forward. The same goes with learning anything. You won't get better if you don't try. So does everyone have everything they need?"

She sat cross-legged on the floor and critically examined the pants she held. There was a big hole right on the seam that needed mending. So carefully she made a guess at how long a thread she would need and snipped it from the spool. It took her a few moments to thread the needle, as she had to hold it up and poke the thread through the tiny eye. Her tongue was clenched between her teeth, and even she didn't know if she was really that hopeless or if she was just making a production out of this.

It was her free time, after all. Nothing wrong with having fun at extra lessons.