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 Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 3:14 pm
((*smacks Moranis* GO get her! *smack* Missed you lots Midnyght!))
Other students began filing into the room. Some shot glances over at the two, obviously jealous of the sitting position, while others waved happily or smiled at her. Master Jorman hurumped and motioned them all to sit down. Everyone settled shortly into the other tables and waited patiently.
"Today, most of us will finish mending trousers and dresses. Hopefully by the end of class, everyone will be caught up. And then, we have a request from the Lady Holder. She has more delicate work that she does not trust herself to mend. Only the best of my students will work on those bits."
Nodding at the all, an older apprentice went to the front and gathered clothing and began to pass it out. He didn't even look at Taakya as he tossed a shirt at Moranis and a skirt at his newest classmate. Hurumphing again, Master Jorman motioned at Taakya. "This is our newest apprentice, Taakya. You mind your manners or extra duties will be assigned to you all."
And with that the Master went to his desk and began to do paperwork. The room was soon filled with some chattering and the sounds of needles and other backround noise. Moranis leaned over to Taakya to show her his poor stitches. There were loose around armpits and neck, some of the more trickerier places to get at when one had larger hands. "See what I mean. At least they don't fall out."
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 7:55 pm
((I'm sooooo sorry i was gone for so long, i didn't even realize until i looked back at the post dates and smacked myself, i'll try not to do that again xD at least not without notice...))
Taakya tried to smile friendly to a few girls in her dorm that she had spoken to briefly, but she found much more comfort in focusing on the front of the room, or on Moranis... She was grateful when the class was settled and there was no one near enough or at the right angle to try to catch her eye, she had every excuse to simply smile at Moranis and pretend to focus on Master Jorman.
Her ears picked out the phrases such as "most of us" and "hopefully", feeling almost defensive for those in the class that weren't far along, being of the opinion that the Master was making another go at his students that struggled a little more than others.... She paid no heed to the information about the special assignment, knowing there was nothing for her to think of on the matter, she was brand new after all. That was further emphasized by the simple skirt that was thrown at her with no care by the elder apprentice. A scowl met her brow momentarily, but it was erased at the attention of Jorman, feeling eyes meet her figure made her stifen, give a slight nod around the room and lower back to her new work.
The girl's hands found their natural place, threading her needle and searching the garment for the places that needed stitching. Her muscles recalled the many times she had ripped a seam of her own skirts while working, or one of the many skirts she had made for herself or her ailing mother. It was simple, a hem and a straight stitch up the side and it was done. She checked the fastening hook, gave a stitch to fix one that was snapped, and the skirt could have been brand new. It was far too simple really... No difficult stitches to say the least.
Her eyes meandered to Moranis's work as he spoke and showed her. A slight wince flickered through the back of her mind, though she held carefully still not to betray her opinion. They could certainly use some work, but he tried, "These stitches aren't actually badly done, you placed them correctly, you just need practice getting them tighter so there aren't holes in you clothing." A compassionate smile flickered to her face, "Shirts are hard though, the cloth is placed oddly together to suit our bodies, really doesn't make all that much sense if you think about it.... I'd just say try to hold your thread tighter when you are doing this and be careful to pull the string through just far enough that it looks right, then move on and do it again...." She demonstrated on the skirt, redoing one of the stitches she had already done, though she quickly realized that he had never asked for her assistance, and lowered her hands. "What should I do with this now?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 9:24 pm
((I was a little worried you had forgotten about us! LOL! Its okay. I tend to disappear sometimes to and I can't really warn all the time.))
He stared intently at Taakya and her hands. She had such delicate hands that looked soft even though she had obviously been sewing for a while. Moranis had managed to keep his head up while Master Jorman finished insulting him without saying his name. Sighing, he wondered how long it would take the man to realize that his father had the talent for the patterns and complicated stitches-not him. Moranis loved nothing more than to mix colors or gaze at the taperstries.
Watching her timing with the needle and thread, he could see where he was making his mistakes. Holding his thread tighter, he tried to do a stitch as she instructed and watched as it held this time. "I did it! I made a stitch stay!"
He had practically crowed with happiness. Take that Jorman! Speaking of the Master, Moranis looked over to see the man glaring at him. Quickly settling himself, the apprentice boy went back to quietly stitching. Luckily, the old Master did not say anything about his outburst. Turning to Taakya, he whispered. "Thank you so much! Now my mends might be passable. When you are done, take the item up to the Master for inspection. And then place it in the bin next to his dress. These are all extra clothes for those who have none or fosterlings or whomever needs extra garments."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 8:32 am
((oh no! never leave never leave, I couldn't xD i just love these too, and I've always wanted to be at a weaver hall >.> <.< *tries to stuff secret Pern wishes back in her wish closet*))
Taakya's eyes watched the boy's hands carefully, almost holding her breath in hope that it would succeed. Her hands were idle since she had finished the skirt easily, so all her attention was on making Moranis more successful. At his sudden outburst of happiness, a brilliant smile spread across the dark girl's face, the happy brightness spreading to her eyes with little effort. Once Moranis had settled down again, Taakya whispered to him, "I find it hard to believe that this Master Jorman has given proper effort in instructing you if all you needed was to watch my hands and you got it, either that or you've just been holding out...." She laughed a little, a rare mischevious glint passing through her eyes.
Taakya listened carefully as Moranis explained the next step of this class process to her. Gulping again a bit at the word "inspection". Her eyes searched for a moment and found the bin that Moranis spoke of, mentally going through what she was about to do physically. A soft smile met her features, they were making clothing for those who needed it, she commended the Hall for that....
With a deep breath, Taakya snapped the spare thread on her needle, seperating her skirt and officially declaring it complete. She gathered it in her hands and stood with only slight hesitancy. The greater hesitancy came as she crossed the room, passing by all the other students, and smile politely at the Master. "Master Jorman, I have completed this skirt..." She offered the humble piece of cloth out to the man, her breath trembling when she wouldn't allow her hands to.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:26 pm
The Master looked up from his paperwork and stared at her menacingly. A few others had finished their work and now stood in line behind her. His hands reached out and took the skirt from her hands. Testing each of the mendings, he gave a satisfying grunt as each one held tight. His cool blue eyes searched over every inch of the fabric and could find no fault.
"Good work, girl. Toss it is the bin and grab another piece of clothing. We mend for Weyr, Hall and Hold missy. Clothes are always needed."
He pointed at the rather full bin of clothes and then motioned the next person behind her to step up.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 8:15 am
Moranis held his breath as he watched Taakya go up to Master Jorman for inspection. His clothes barely passed inspection whenever he brought them up. He thought about what she said and looked down at his shirt. Taking his needle and thread up again, the master's on tried to do exactly as he had done before and hoped that he could continue to impress his new friend.
Moranis had managed to pull the thread when he pulled to tight and snapped the thread. The stitches fell out and he sighed, dropping the shirt on the table. He was never going to get mending down properly. Good thing this class was almost over.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 5:42 pm
Taakya held her hands pointedly steady as he took the cloth from them, her breath catching in her tightened throat. She hated any opportunity to be evaluated, she was so self-conscious as it was, and self-deprecating whenever the opportunity provided, that she didn't need anyone else helping her.... However, as she expected each mend to fail miserably, they didn't. They all held beautifully, and Taakya checked the skirt to make sure it was the one she had just given him. His simple praise sent the weaver girl floating, she had done well in her first class of the day... Let's just hope it stayed that way.... She nodded hurriedly, bowing a little and thanking him, before getting out of the way of the other students. Now the decision of what to grab next... Thankfully she didn't have too much of a decision to make, since she simply grabbed what was on the top of the pile. A dark green tunic of sorts, with arm holes and sleeves to covers the upper limbs, but no complicated stitching to hold them past the standard, simple enough. She held the cloth in her hands as she made the journey back to her seat, her eyes on her destination and occasionally her feet, but never meeting any one else's.
As she reached the window seat, slipping back in, she noticed the fallen expression. "Cheer up now, you were doing so well... Snaps happen, it's fairly weak thread... Now you know how hard you can pull before it breaks... It'll be fine, the more you practice the better you'll know...." Taakya had no idea how long the class was, so she simply went to threading a color that matched the string of the tunic fairly well, continuing to smile at Moranis encouragingly.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 4:59 pm
Frowning, Moranis simply dropped the shirt and looked out the window. He could see his father's room and wondered what the MasterWeaver was doing at this moment. Probably not thinking about his son could not even mend a simple shirt.
He turned at Taakya's words and merely nodded. He had not wanted her to see him so crest fallen. She was saying things to make him feel better but the thread was some of the strongest in the south-it had to be because Southerners were much harder workers than some others were...
Taking the shirt and thread up, he started over again. Stitch and pull, stitch and pull...
"Thank you for your help. This class always seems to drag by to me. There is a bell that sounds when it is time to switch classes. Next is Patterning with Master Samorian."
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:18 pm
The dropped shirt caught Taakya's attention from the corner of her eye, but she pretended not to notice it. He needed to try again, and what she was saying wasn't helping, so she would just leave it. Her hands worked methodically, repairing nearly all of the seams, this tunic was much more beat up than the skirt had been. She stitched a few rips as well as reattaching the seams that had broken nearly completely. As she worked quickly, she listened to words, happy he had started in again. "It's no problem, I really didn't do much.... You've helped me so much just to survive in this busy place, I don't know what I would have done without it...." It was true too, she didn't even know when her next class was without Moranis's assistance. Speaking of such things, she filed the new information away. "So will this class be over soon, or is there a lot of time left still? How long are classes normally? A candle mark?" Time was of course relative on Pern unless you were fighting Thread, but still, there was some measure of it approximately.
"Is Patterning hard? What is it exactly? Just putting together patterns?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 9:13 pm
((You are so close to your goal! I would donate but I have to hit 200k myself so I can get a custom SoP! *cries* I am only like 16% there.))
Not really paying any attention to his stitches anymore, Moranis concentrated more on Taakya's words. The shirt was being stubborn and the seams did not want to line up properly for Moranis. Shoving the piece of clothing away, he turned his head-embaressed that he could not even mend the simplest of clothings.
"This class lasts two candle marks. And then the bell sounds and we go to Patterning. It is mainly putting together patterns and basic design. Cutting out pieces from armslength bolts and matching up colors. Things like that... I am much better at this class."
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 10:35 am
((*laughs* oh it's not a big deal at all, i'll be opening up a new shop soon that I hope will be quite sucessful, so I can reach my goal and then help my friends with their's! *luffles on*))
Taakya nodded, finishing up a few more stitches. She had extra thread left so she absent-mindedly started putting a little embroidered pattern. She didn't want to bring up another finished piece, it wasn't really appropriate in her mind for her first class.... It distracted her sufficiently however from seeing Moranis's disappointment and embarassment. It was just not something she wanted to watch right now.... Taakya looked at one of the candles burning in the room's darker corners, trying to remember where it had been when class had started. "Do you remember when class started?"
Patterning.... Depending on just what it involved the next class could either be another success or a horrid failure for the newest weaver. She much preferred detailing cloth with thread that sewing large pieces of it together to look decent. She just didn't work with chunky color blocks well.... "I think I might need more help in that then.... I never could make quilted patterns in the hold that pleased the eye...." When her thread ran out, Taakya sighed and looked at the pattern. The thread was a bit richer in a dark emerald tone than the forest green tunic, and she had found she had embroidered a simple green dragon head. She would need more thread to finish the details of the face....
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 7:38 pm
((*ish luffles* They opened up flits at 50k! And me questing for a dragon! *sighs* Sorry I have been gone. Computer and I have both been sick.))
"We have about have a mark to go. Master Jorman is very punctual though Master Samorian is much more lax. He is young for a Master but very skilled."
Looking over at her shirt, Moranis noticed the pattern in the thread as being a dragon's head. Taking the shirt from her, he inspected it and nodded appreciatively. He could never have done the neat stitching that she had but he could create patterns for others to stitch.
"My favorite class is Design and also Color Theory/Restoration. Though I we won't have that class together. It is a journeyman class. Master Chalic is the teacher for Designs. Master Messia teachs Theory and Restoration."
Pointing to the tower out the window, Moranis gave a nod of his head. "Most of the Masters reside in that tower."
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 11:59 am
((*gives you wild rice soup* but none for the computer, they don't like it))
Taakya nodded, listening to the information willingly. It was good to know everything possible to act appropriately around different people. She was so thankful she had someone to help her get around easily in the hall. She hadn't been paying attention to Moranis's actions however, her dark eyes had been half-heartedly examining the embroidery, finding faults in the design as easily as fish in a river. Her surprise was infinate however when the cloth was removed from her loose hands by Moranis's. A few uncomfortable stirrings were all that managed in her defense as he inspected it however, not having the courage to say anything. "Sorry, I get distracted sometimes, and my hands just go, I'll take it out...." She waited for the shirt to be returned to her, her needle poised to remove the string so it could be used for more useful purposes like mending.
Design sounded like a fun class, maybe that would be her opportunity to further her dream of making tapestries.... Master Chalic.... "What is Master Chalic like then?" Theory and Restoration sounded like an interesting class also, "In Messia's class do you get to work with old tapestries and things to actually restore them or just learn about the techniques of it and not actually get to do it?" Any class in a Hall that wasn't hands on annoyed her. How was she to learn what to do, how were her muscles to learn the correct movements, if she wasn't given the opportunity in class....
Her gaze wandered through the window and to the distant tower on the opposite end of the Hall. It was a beautiful sight, one of the taller and more magnificent protrudings of the Hall, with the background of the brilliantly blue sky and distant mountains. It would be a good design.... It took a lot of effort for Taakya to resist pulling out her sketch book immediately. Instead she closed her eyes a moment, trying to save all the details in her mind for sketching later.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 7:17 pm
((YAY! I LOVE SOUP!))
"Don't take it out! Are you crazy? Some person will be wearing your desgin in hall or hold very soon. And it will make you look better with Master Jorman."
Handing her back the tunic, he watched to make sure she left it as it was...very firm and decorated with the dragon's head. Moranis listened to her chatter while he watched the candle slowly inch down. So soon., he would walk the tables and then be apprenticed out to a much better Master.
"In Master Messia's class as apprentices we learn how to perserve fabrics and threads. We will also learn how to add new color to old tapestries and fabrics. As journeymen, we began to actually work on the tapestries. Some of us will be sent out to other holds and halls to help restore their works...some of us will stay and work on what has been left in the ruins."
He too was looking at the tower and trying to keep the image in his head. Just then, a loud metal gong began to thunder throughout the halls. It signaled the end of the first class of the day. Leaving the shirt, Moranis gathered the rest of his stuff. "Time to go."
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2006 6:14 pm
Taakya looked at him with a doubting gaze, but left the design in all the same. If Moranis insisted that it was for her best to leave it, then that's what she would do, though she didn't believe as firmly as him that anyone would really appreciate it, especially the strict and stringent Master Jorman. All the same as soon as the bell rang, Taakya gathered her things into her side pack, tucked the needle in its container and through the shirt into the bin, strategically allowing the dragon design to remain on top, just in case it really could help her in the Master's eyes.... Tugging her pack onto her shoulder she quickly tagged behind Moranis, "So do we have the same class next or do I have to run it on my own for now?" A slight quaver in her voice betrayed her fear of the new environment without her friend's guidance....
Instead of focusing on that possibly bad news, Taakya kept up her pace behind him and tried to remember what he had said. Was it Patterning next or did he say something about Design? Two candle marks had certainly gone by fast... Too fast for Taakya, even though Moranis hadn't seemed all too thrilled about Mending, it had been a peaceful two marks for her, now more fear had replaced that which she had repressed, and another swallow revealed a fresh lump in her throat to further impede her nerves....
((*being distracted by her mother's harvest moon playing xD*))
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