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 Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 8:47 pm
I'saak missed smithing, but it just wasn't something you could do when you lived with a baby dragon.
Ellibreth took up immense amounts of his time, and just the care of the green was enough to strip away the hours he had once filled by standing endlessly in front of the forge. And even though Ellibreth didn't need quite as much watching as she had fresh out of the shell, even though he was sorting meat less and didn't need to worry about cutting the pieces so small, she was growing all the while. Bathing and oiling used to take an hour on a bad day - and now it was two hours on a good one. And there simply wasn't room in the forges for a growing greenweyrling. He had resigned himself to a life without hammers and anvils, for the time-being.
And so he had taken up leatherwork. It would be necessary, eventually - he knew that weyrlings were required to make their first sets of riding straps, and that most riders chose to continue doing so as their lives went on - but for the time-being it was simply something to occupy those small pockets of spare time where once he would have been pounding hinges or drawing wire. He had acquired hide scraps, an awl, and a hand-punch quite readily, but the sewing itself was frustrating. Sinew was a difficult medium, and on top of that, he had no idea whatsoever about how sewing was supposed to go.
It had been Ellibreth's idea to see if any of his fellow Weyrlings had a weavercraft background, and the pleasant surprise that K'yne did had made I'saak slightly less hesitant to go and bother him one evening, in what little free time they were afforded. He had been spending a majority of his time with C'ross, of course, but there were moments when I'saak withdrew, mostly out of worry that he would somehow sour his relationship with the bluerider.
And that was how he found himself knocking on K'yne's door in the gathering dark, lanky green at his heels and a bag of ugly sewing projects slung over one shoulder.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 9:49 pm
Psaumith looked up from his corner of their weyr, the muscular block of a brown having taken up a good portion of it from growth alone. He eyed the door with suspicion, red-orange in the light of the glows. Unplanned knocks were not the sort of thing that relaxed the hyper-alert young dragon. He failed to bare his teeth; too much effort and not enough reward, seeing as the ones that knocked were typically human. Dragons could not hurt humans.
The thought made him very sad some days.
K'yne glanced up a few seconds after his bond mate, dark eyes settling on the door. he hadn't expected any company. Most people sent firelizards ahead, or asked ahead of time. It didn't bother him (at least not yet). Kyne stretched as he stood, putting the embroidery project he'd been working on. Someone wanted flowers - pink and reds, large, showy, and it took time with his weyrling and apprentice status to consider.
"Murderers don't knock on doors," He informed a glowering Psaumith. K'yne bristled under the force of his dragons steady knowledge that being dumb would kill them and answering the door at night was idiotic, shooting him a stony look before he finally opened the door. The short man blinked up and up, his eyebrows arched high on his forehead. Psaumith refused to budge from his corner, the trio in clear view, but K'yne felt his anxiety ease slighly. These two were no danger. They were no treat... but no danger.
"I don't do other peoples laundry," K'yne waved one hand to the bag over I'saak's shoulder. Though shorter, he was wide and all but filled out the door frame, keeping his weyr - and suspicious dragonet - from I'saak and Eli for the moment.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:03 pm
I'saak heard the comment to Psaumith before K'yne opened the door, and his expression wavered a little, but Ellibreth trilled reassurance, butting her head against his hip. Don't take things too seriously, I'saak, she recommended quietly. I'm sure they'll be happy to see us. Somewhat appeased, though not quite as sure as his dragon was that K'yne would be pleased to see them, I'saak at least regained a smile, and when K'yne opened the door, he even flashed him teeth, albeit briefly.
"No, murderers don't knock," he said, about to begin a joke when K'yne took in the bag and gave him a flat look. And instead of continuing the joke, he simply fell awkwardly silent, glancing down at his hands until Ellibreth headbutted him again. And then he looked up. K'yne was standing in the doorway, staring at him, and had told him he didn't do laundry. Faranth, this...wasn't exactly going well.
"Um, well, this isn't laundry," he began, and encouraged by the fact that no greater sky beings had smote him with their fire yet, he continued on. "But I've been trying to work out how stitching in leather works, because I can't exactly do the whole smithing thing now that Ell doesn't fit in the forge, and you're the only weaver I know." He stopped there to take a breath, the entire colossal speech hanging awkwardly in the air between them. And then he coughed and finished with a slightly shy, "So is there any chance you could teach me some stitches?"
See? The world didn't end. Hello, Psaumith! Ellibreth might not have been able to get into the weyr or really see her clutchmate, but she crooned a greeting to him nonetheless, craning her neck around K'yne's legs.
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Posted: Tue Aug 06, 2013 6:24 pm
Psaumith did his very best to keep a calm face on when Ellibreth stuck her teeny tiny head into their room. A sensible dragon (paranoia aside), he squashed down thoughts of I'saak murdering K'yne in his sleep. Weyrlings weren't allowed to kill or fight. he said in place of anything horribly rude.
K'yne moved as soon as Psaumith invited the pretty green in. Being bowled over by a hatchling was low on things he needed one. With Ellibreth given plenty of room to scamper, all K'yne could do fell into the 'giving in' range. He waved I'saak inside without a word, falling into a casual slouch.
"Leathers different than cloth," K'yne turned his back to I'saak to tidy up his own work space. The greenrider all but reeked 'prey' and 'shy', tipping him off: being a jackass likely would only lose a possible... something. Ally? Friend? Person. "But I've some time to kill as long as you've patience to put up with me. Usually I'd say start with fabric but shaffing around with this sounds fun. Awl... awl..."
K'yne dug around in his own supplies for a moment until he hissed in triumph. Awl and handpunch brandished, he settled into one of he two chairs in the quarters. "What have you done so far?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 8:40 pm
As soon as K'yne was no longer blocking the doorway, the lanky green was slipping past him, trotting eagerly across the room to curl sinuously around her brown brother, crooning high and long in her throat as she did so. Are you well, brother? she asked, nudging Psaumith gently. Yours really ought to lighten up, she remarked, casting an eye over K'yne and I'saak with shrewd good humor. Just like mine should relax. They balance each other out, the two of them. Well, sort of. And then she settled down, laying across Psaumith's feet with no real regard for his personal space. They both need to get out more, either way.
For his part, I'saak was somewhat more reserved. He sat down in one of the chairs, opening the satchel and digging out the scraps of leather he had been working on. Neatly punched at regular intervals - the holes far enough away from the edge and one another that when the leather was stitched and pulled, it wouldn't rip. No reinforcements, though. "I worked out some of it...the punching was the easy part," he said haltingly, glancing up at K'yne and offering the weaver a shy smile. "But I realized I don't know any stitches, and even if I did...I assume regular sewing wouldn't help much with leather. I thought about taking apart my apron, but I'll need that when I get back to smithing."
He handed the pieces of leather over to K'yne, drawing out a spool of sinew thread and handing it over. "Anything you'd be willing to show me, I'd like to learn."
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