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Mon Dec 03, 2018 4:53 pm

Feldspar Tailoring | Dentis 20, 2718 | Morning
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It was clear by the surprised look on his face that the human's inquiry was... a new thing, for Lars. He regarded her with a warmer opinion then, but nonetheless the question was unneeded, and he wasn't entirely sure of how to respond. Were humans usually nice to passives like himself? He could only barely recall interacting with those living in Dorhaven during his childhood, and he had always thought they were... brutish. This human and her little child didn't seem that way; they appeared friendly and warm, something the galdori could learn from.

No, he shouldn't think things like that. Especially when a galdor was across the room.

"He needs nothing, madam," replied Lars quietly, bowing his head, "thank you."

His attention was quickly dragged back to the galdor in the room; the apparent journalist's interesting speech seeming to pick at his presence with each accented word. He was aware that many of the galdori were displeased with the mere sight of passives, but he couldn't simply turn around and leave now, not when that student would get him in trouble for returning without her hankies. He far preferred the thought of a few comments from this man to the backlash he would receive from the temperamental student.

So he ignored it. Lars took a deep breath as the room shifted; the tailor coming out from behind the counter to approach him. He... hadn't actually met a wick before. He had always heard of them being dirty and rude, but much like with his view of humans, his visit to the shop was quickly changing his opinion. The tailor was certainly not dirty, but rather presentable, and seemed a welcoming host to his patrons.

"Yes, sir, he needs four silk hankies for a student, if possible. She wished for her initials to be..."

He searched for the word she had used, but found it had disappeared from his head, and it definitely wasn't one he had used before.

"...on them. He cannot recall the word, sorry sir."

His apology was slightly distracted, as movement in the room caused his eyes to stray from the tailor and follow the form of a flying miraan. The sight of it flying circles about the galdor's head was amusing, but soon enough his amusement was gone, replaced with a mix of nervousness and joy. It had just... landed on him. There was a miraan on his shoulder right now.

Lars had always loved the creatures, but never kept one as a child, and never asked for the chance in his servitude.

A small smile lit up his features, the passive reaching up cautiously to pet the little miraan.

"What a nice creature," he murmured, before glancing back to the tailor, "what's her name?"

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Cecelia Driscoll
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Tue Dec 04, 2018 10:07 am

20 Dentis 2718
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As soon as Journalist Vinter said he wanted coffee, Cecelia headed up the stairs. Admittedly, she rolled her eyes a bit as she walked up the stairs, amused that Journalist Vinter had specified how he wanted his coffee. "As if I haven't been working in the office for a week and haven't memorized how everyone likes their coffee," she thought to herself. That had been one of the first tasks she had set herself to learning, knowing that one of the things that can annoy any office worker was not having their coffee or tea. Coffee and tea was one of the things that kept everyone in the office sane.

When Cecelia reached the apartment, she put Galiya on the ground, trusting that the girl could be partially unsupervised for a few minutes while she got the coffee started. She hummed to herself as she worked, occasionally checking on Galiya who, thankfully, had decided that this morning's tantrum wasn't going to be repeated yet. "Hopefully, not at all," Cecelia thought to herself. Once the coffee was brewing, she sat on the floor and played pattycake for a few minutes.

Once the coffee was done, she poured 3 cups of it, putting a little bit of sugar and milk into hers. She placed it on a tray and looked at Galiya. "Down the stairs, Lia," she said as she started to walk towards the staircase, balancing the coffee tray carefully.

The girl hadn't quite yet mastered walking up and down stairs. Admittedly, she hadn't had much chance to practice, since her babysitter lived in single-story house and that's where the girl had been spending a lot of her time of late. If Cecelia was honest with herself, it seemed like Galiya spent more time with her babysitter than with her at this point. But, even if Galiya couldn't walk down the stairs, the girl could at least scoot down the stairs on her butt. And that's exactly what she did, giggling the whole time and saying "Bup" every time she went down a stair.

Once Cecelia was back in the shop, she carefully put the coffee tray on the counter. She grabbed a cup and walked over to Journalist Vinter. She handed him the coffee, turning just as Galiya noticed the miraan.

Galiya acted just like any one year-old child would to seeing something as beautiful as the miraan was. "Pretty!" she cried out, crawling over towards Lars. The girl may not have mastered walking yet, but she could crawl fast enough that Cecelia wondered if her daughter was half-horse sometimes. Luckily, Cecelia was well-practiced in stopping her daughter from getting into trouble, so she managed to rush over and scoop Galiya up a few feet before she got to Lars.

She gave Lars a smile. "Sorry about that. She likes pretty things," she chuckled. "I suppose all children do at her age, hmm?"

She looked down at Galiya and kissed the girl's forehead. "Yes, Miranda's a pretty thing. But you can't play with the pretty thing right now. Be a good girl and share with the nice passive, okay?" she said.

Galiya didn't look happy at all. She screwed up her face to start crying, but Cecelia dug in her bag quickly and gave the girl a piece of candy. "There," Cecelia said as she gave the piece of candy to Galiya. As expected, the girl was distracted and the tantrum was averted.
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Tue Dec 11, 2018 6:33 am

20 Dentis 2718 | Morning
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What a curious collection that was forming; Ignatius would have compared it to some strange joke – a Galdor, a passive, a human and a wick were in a tailors. The setup needed more work and the punchline had yet to be found, but he was certain he would find it in time. Humour was something that required patience and the ability to survey the world for what it was.

The Journalist did flinch however when the miraan made itself known. Another steady lean as he attempted to take the quick creature into focus. He relaxed with a snort, opting to give it a wide berth. It was not to say he was fearful of the creature, merely taken a wide berth in its presence. They were unpredictable, more so when temperament was not known. With the Tailor distracted by the client, Ignatius took the suggestion. Retreating to the chairs, he paused only to take the cup from Cecelia. He breathed a thanks, a softer, more curling smile before he closed the last distance. Fingers unbuttoned the top of his coat, his scarf draped over the back of the chosen chair. He reclined, surveying what was before him.

The shop was no Bastian boutique, the furnishings while tasteful were far from luxury – to the lower races perhaps it held that illusion of grandeur. The coffee? It was palatable, though the writer still held his own preferred tastes. It would have to do, for now. He would have to treat himself some other day.

For now, it was a state of work.

The passive was a curious one; he held no ill against them – his Gior upbringing ensured that. But the Anaxi held tendencies to be relatively heavy handed with them. He remembered in his youth that his lacking peers, if given a focus and some light guidance, were often able to excel in their fields. He met the look, his field growing softer as he settled down – an aura of tranquility. There was no smile, it eased away as his face relaxed and a low hum of thought reverberated through his throat. Ignatius sipped his coffee, foot raised and resting upon his opposite knee before bringing the cup to rest part way. With his left he took out a pencil and small notebook, using his thigh as a surface. He continued to write with his left, a few small notes and thoughts beneath the heading, ‘Marquis’.

The Galdor took another sip, ignoring the growing cries of the child.

Not his offspring, not his problem.

“When I was a child, I had a fascination with rocks. And I do not mean your precious or semi-precious variety. Granite, Chalk, Slate, so on all in their rough and unrefined forms,” he jotted another point on the page, “There was something distinctly fascinating on seeming something before it is cut, polished and… put to work?” He lowered the cup to the table. Adjusting himself in the seat he made himself comfortable, “But, that was then. Gior is very different to Anaxas and Bastia. I have many young cousins who are… more drawn to pretty things like yours.”

And what tiny little monsters they were too.
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Juniper Feldspar
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Wed Dec 12, 2018 5:05 pm

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Juniper breathed a sigh of relief, he'd been worried that his girl would spook the anxious passive, but the man seemed delighted.

"Monogrammed handkerchiefs?" Juniper nodded, trying to put the man at ease. "Not a problem. I can even have them done for tomorrow if you're happy to take Miranda with you when you return. She can bring your..." he faltered for a minute, grasping for the right word, but there didn't seem to be one... 'mistress' is wrong I know...but he recovered. moving on, "um. Her preferences back, to save time and prevent you having to make the journey twice."

He led the passive over to the left hand side of the shop floor, opposite the counter, where there was a wide chest of shallow drawers, made of the same warm wood that furnished the rest of the shop.

Opening the second drawer, it was revealed to contain rows of neatly folded handkerchiefs of different weaves, some with lace trim, some with a band of satin woven into the edges, all carefully arranged with one corner showing on the top.

"If she's given you no specific directions other than 'silk'," the tailor continued, "I'll give you one of each of the silk varieties for ladies that I have in stock, and you can send the correct version back with Miranda once she's chosen."

Just then, Cecelia returned with the coffee, and while she was distracted attending to the journalist, Galiya made a break for his pet. Juniper laughed, and crouched to tousle her hair just as her mother caught up with her. "Training for the races, are we?"

Standing up again, he nearly cracked his head on the corner of the open drawer, but remembered just in time, and stood with only a slight stumble. Coughing awkwardly after straightening his waistcoat, he pulled out several of the little rolls from different rows. Sliding the drawer shut, the wick moved back behind the counter, reaching behind it to come back up with a small box of ivory cardboard, and a piece of stiff paper about the size of a novel. He held it up for Lars to see, and on it were printed five renditions of the alphabet, in increasingly elaborate letters. At the top, the letters were crisp and clean, serifed capitals, while at the bottom of the page swirling curlicues and sweeping lines formed more decorative, ornamental initials.

..good to have a few minutes where I can actually make a good impression...

...and then it was all ruined as a movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. The journalist, looking quite at home as he settled back in the chair, crossing one ankle elegantly over the opposite knee and...writing?

His breath caught in his throat and for just a moment the most inappropriate thought flashed through his mind.

...how would he look if I were kneeling there...

...then he realised he was staring, and snapped back into action, desperately hoping that no-one else in the room had noticed him slip. Fumbling the lid off the box, he took out a length of thin lilac ribbon and set it aside.

Juniper placed the rolled handkerchiefs neatly in the box, laying the page on top, and reached for the fountain pen and headed notepaper that he also kept under the counter. Uncapping the pen, he wrote few swift lines in his neat copperplate script, then turned back to Lars as the ink was drying, his face still burning with embarrassment. He cleared his throat.

"That explains everything I have just said, and when they will be ready for collection if Miranda is sent back within a couple of hours. She clearly likes you, so I have no qualms on that front."

He smiled at his girl as she reached her slender head up to nudge at the passive's cheek.

...hold it together, you idiot, they'll all think you're some moony clocking erse...

He took a deep breath as his field leveled.

"Under the handkerchiefs is an envelope. Put the card in it, with her preferred monogram style and colour clearly marked, and the chosen style of handkerchief. Give it to Miranda, take her to an open window, and she'll know what to do from there."

He folded the note, laid it on top of the card in the box, replaced the lid and tied it neatly in place with the length of lilac ribbon, sliding the completed package over the counter towards Lars.

The flustered wick's gaze fell on the coffee left for him by Cecelia, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Moving down the counter slightly so as to not spill on anything, he reached for the drink and took a sip, cradling it in only slightly shaking hands. Catching her eye, he mouthed 'thank you' at her over the steaming brew.
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Wed Dec 12, 2018 10:26 pm

Feldspar Tailoring | Dentis 20, 2718 | Morning
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Monogrammed, that's the word she had used. Lars had absolutely no clue as to what the word meant, but assumed it had to do with adding her initials to the handkerchiefs. Personally he wouldn't have made such a choice, but then again, he wouldn't be getting any handkerchiefs for himself anyway. He couldn't criticize the student's decisions.

He continued to gently pet the miraan as Juniper explained that the creature could assist them in bringing back the student's choice, smiling with an obvious delight. The servant had never really handled any of the students' pets at the university, always being sent to deal with the kitchens and laundry and whatnot, but it didn't stop him from wishing.

Lars followed the tailor to look over his silks, eyeing the fabrics with curiosity. He might do an unholy amount of laundry, but generally the nicer clothes were done separately, and not in his area. While his childhood had been adorned with silks and furs, his days now were dull and stained; a far cry from the nice things this tailor seemed to make. If only he had the currency and the permission to buy things for himself.

"That sounds perfect, thank you," said the passive, observing as the wick moved to lean down and engage the little human child. It was an entertaining sight, if not sweet, and more so was the fact that the tailor almost bumped his head as he straightened back up.

The passive's confusion was displayed clearly on his face as the man held up a stiff piece of paper. The symbols marked upon its surface were nothing but nonsense to the illiterate Lars, but he imagined it had to be of some use if it was being shown and wrapped up for him to take. He watched as the man took out another paper, writing something out quickly that he, unsurprisingly, couldn't decipher, but took the neatly-packaged items when they were slid over nonetheless.

"Okay," Lars' mouth curved into another smile, eyes flicking down to the miraan as she nudged against his head, "he'll send Miranda back with the girl's choices and return tomorrow, then. He thanks you; is that all you need?"

If nothing else was needed, the passive retreated from the shop quietly, overjoyed with the task of taking Miranda back with him, if only briefly.

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Sat Dec 15, 2018 11:39 am

20 Dentis 2718
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Cecelia laughed at Juniper's comment. "I think so. She's definitely helping me keep in shape, even though I have a job in an office," she grinned.

When Juniper turned his focus to the passive, Cecelia walked over and sat across from Ignatius. She figured she'd take advantage of the time to feed Galiya. The girl was going through a growth spurt and, even if her stomach wasn't completely empty, Cecelia knew Galiya's little body would appreciate the extra nourishment. Inga, her babysitter, was also a wet nurse. But being a wet nurse meant that the nutrients were being spread amongst a handful of babies. Feeding Galiya even when she wasn't screaming for food was never a bad idea.

Cecelia didn't even think about what everyone's reaction would be. She was a human and it was quite common to see mothers breastfeeding in public, often not even bothering to cover their breast. In her mind, she assumed that Galdori and wick mothers did the same. She unbuttoned her blouse and brasseire, taking her breast out and helping Galiya latch on. She hummed as the girl eagerly fed, stroking the girl's hair gently and lovingly. The look in her eyes made it clear that, even if the girl was sometimes troublesome, she loved her with all her heart.

She looked up at Ignatius when he mentioned his childhood fascination with rocks. "That doesn't surprise me, really. I bet you were probably surrounded with attractive things growing up. So they're not necessarily special. Galiya doesn't see a lot of pretty things," she said with a half-shrug.

"What's Gior like?" she asked. She didn't really expect Ignatius to answer, but she couldn't resist asking about places that she probably never would be able to visit. "I imagine that moving from the mountains to Anaxas was an interesting adjustment."

Cecelia looked over to Juniper for a moment and nodded in response to his mouthed thanks, giving him a reassuring smile. Juniper was a sweet guy with a lot of talent. She didn't mind helping him out if it meant his shop would be a success. .
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Wed Jan 02, 2019 4:24 am

20 Dentis 2718 | Morning
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The Galdor continued to quietly write, the small occasional sips of his coffee with his little finger resting at its base for balance. The pencil gave a scratch, the mind not dwelling on his lesser but still remaining aware of them. He indulged them, ears twitching to the small snippets of conversation that stretched across the store. The rest was easy enough to tune out; he had learned the art of concentrating while the room exploded with noise from a very young age. As for the ogling of the Wick, he paid it no mind. They were crass creatures. In regards to the passive, the Journalist gave him one last side long look – wondering briefly on the differences of treatment in Anaxas to Gior – before returning to his work. He had no business there.

He would also rather conclude his time as quickly as possible, but Cecelia had taken to nursing her child. He ignored it, for the best really. It was far from anything remotely interesting.

“Anaxas to a Giorian - and Bastians for that matter - is a culture shock,” he did not look up from his notebook, jotting beneath the heading. The eyebrow moved into a line, “As for what it is like, it is very different. We do not mingle with humans, and vice versa. We have a ruling family, are matriarchal, ritualistic and pride in being self-sufficient. We do not rely on servitude of… people like yourselves. Our passives also are not so grossly ensla-” Ignatius cleared his throat, “Apologies, my opinions of Anaxas and its treatment of our relations has a tendency to… rile me.”

Drawing small circles in the corner of the page, the Galdori retraced his thoughts. A sip of his coffee allowed him another moment to cool his mind. His lips plucked into a curl, “As for pretty things, Bastia allowed me to see that. Gior is hard, and mountainous. We live deep within the depths of mountains, carving and polishing – rarely seeing the light of day and becoming uncomfortable in brightness.” He tapped the frame of his glasses as if to emphasis a point, “Even I, a man of two kingdoms, are not spared from such discomforts. I digress, it is high, the air thinner, here the air is heavier, clogging and weighty. There it rains… near constantly. Here not so much. It is cool most of the year… I…” Shrugging, he peered at her from above her glasses, “I took the adjustment better than some, but I was a boy of Brunnhold. It allows me to view things from many a different angle.”

Leaning back he paused his writing to peer into the bottom of his cup. He would allow the respite, for now, but would much rather focus on the task at hand. He looked over to the hovering tailor, before glancing back to the secretary, “So, shall I leave the pair of you to it? I do not thing you need a Galdor hovering with intent, no?”

Least, not without causing the wick to squirm one last time. He was curious to see if the creature would bite or shirk away with a furious blush.

Standing, he drained the last of his cup and placed it gently on the side. Flipping to the back of the notebook he scribbled down his address before carefully tearing it out. With a small fold, he passed it to the Wick. A slither of white peeled out from behind his lips, “I will be bold and presume you do measurements away from your establishment; find a time in your diary, inform and we shall arrange a private measurement for myself. I have need of a variety of new garments. Comfort, lounging, official… so on. I imagine it will take most of your day.”

A flick of the hand as if to make his point. With a heel pivot he picked up his coat, he draped it across his arm and made for the door, “You know where to send the receipt, CeiCei!”
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Wed Jan 02, 2019 2:25 pm

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"That is, indeed, all I need.” He smiled, reached out to chuck Miranda under the chin, and watched the passive leave the shop, wondering for a brief moment what the man would look like had he not been deemed...unfit. The smile that the tailor's pet had brought to the other man's features completely changed his bearing and demeanour, and Juniper had caught just a glimpse of the galdor beneath the subservience.

As he dealt with the passive, Juniper had had half an ear on the conversation in his fitting room, and was interested, but not surprised, to learn that the journalist was from Gior. Cecelia's familiarity with the man made him smile- the galdor must be decent if he actually deigned to converse with humans in such a fashion- and he turned back to speak to them just as Vinter rose to meet him.

...thank the Circle, he's leaving, maybe now I can breathe...

“Of course, sir, house calls are not a problem.” He took the folded paper, adding, “Though I assure you, I'm quite efficient. It won't require more than...than...”

...then his brain caught up with his mouth as he noticed that crooked smile. The journalist was well-dressed in clearly tailored garments, he obviously knew how long such an appointment should take.

...which means he just invited you to his lodgings for something else entirely...

...OH FUCK...


The wick heard a crumpling sound, and realised that his fist had clenched, white-knuckled, around the paper in his hand, his cheeks burning.

“Ah.” Or rather, that was what he tried to say, but his voice cracked and it came out as more of a squeak.

He cleared his throat, eyes flicking briefly to meet that rose-quartz gaze before slipping down again.

“I'll...I'll find a date for...for you...”

As the bell tinkled and the shop door swung closed behind the Gioran, Juniper waited for a breath and then slumped, letting his forehead thump against the countertop.

“Cee,” he mumbled, lacing his fingers together behind his neck, paper still crumpled between them, “are you expected back at work soon? Because I could... uh...I'm very glad you're here...”

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Fri Jan 04, 2019 2:49 pm

20 Dentis 2718
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Cecelia listened to Ignatius, a soft smile on her face. When she was younger, she wanted to travel but, as she aged, she realized that there were many places closed to her. Hearing Ignatius talk about Gior and Bastia made her wish she could visit and see the world the way the galdori could.

She started burping Galiya and, before she could make a reply, Ignatius was up and leaving. "I... yes, Journalist Vinter. I'll hand deliver the receipt to the Director myself," she assured him before he swept out the door.

Cecelia couldn't help but laugh at Juniper's reaction once Ignatius left. "I'm glad you managed to keep yourself together around Journalist Vinter," she teased. "I think he came along because the Director thinks I have a total of 2 brain cells, and Ignatius is the only clocking galdor that can stand me at that place," she sighed. "I love the work, but my coworkers kind of drive me insane sometimes."

She grinned when Juniper asked if she had to go to work. "Lucky for you, I'm off for the day," she said cheerfully as Galiya let out a loud belch. She couldn't resist a little giggle at her daughter. "That's what you get for gulping," she playfully scolded the girl before addressing Juniper again. "The Director kindly gave me my first day 'off' today, but only after telling me to use my day off to get a uniform," she said, pulling a face. "I'm certain that man intends to work me to the bone. But he pays me well for my time, so I can't complain too much as long as he leaves me alone and keeps his opinions about humans to himself," she scowled as Galiya burbled and nestled in to her shoulder, getting ready for a nap.

"We should get her measurements while she's sleepy," Cecelia laughed as she brought Galiya over to the counter. "I hope you don't mind me recommending you to the Director. I knew you could use the customers and I trust you to make good quality clothes. The one that the Director wanted to send me to was... well, they left much to be desired. It was some dingy old galdori tailor's shop. I think the tailor was half-blind. Luckily, his clothing showed it and I managed to convince the Director that getting more expensive clothes meant he wouldn't have to pay for a new outfit 6 months down the line. Lucky for me, the Director is deeply concerned about saving money over the long-term," she said, rolling her eyes.

"I conveniently 'forgot' to mention you were a wick, though," Cecelia said, wincing a bit and hoping she didn't offend her friend by doing that. "I figured your work could speak for yourself and, honestly, the Director is such a clocking bigot that he probably would have insisted that I use the half-blind tailor if he knew you were a wick. But I have faith that your clothing is high quality enough that the Director won't be able to bitch," she said. "I wouldn't have recommended you if I didn't believe in your skill."
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Wed Feb 20, 2019 6:41 am

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The tailor sighed, thumped his forehead gently on the polished wood, then straightened, tucking the crumpled paper in his waistcoat pocket.

First day open, and he’d already made an idiot of himself.

...well done Juniper...

“Cee, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to...is he always that...intense?” The little wick’s field reached out automatically for Miranda, seeking comfort from his pet, before remembering that she was with the passive headed to the university. “I hope I haven’t caused you any problems…” He straightened his cravat self-consciously and ran a hand through his curling hair, brushing it back from his brow where his distressed hands had tousled it.

He looked over to his friend with an apologetic smile as she brought the child over, reaching under the counter for his tape measure and measurement book, before grabbing his coffee and taking a grateful swig.

“This really is good, thank you for doing that for me. Just...all of a sudden the shop was full and I was trying to do four things at once! Your Director sounds...well.” He made a face. “Better than some at any rate. And no, not at all, thank you! For recommending me I mean. I’ll do my best not to disappoint.”

He knew, objectively speaking, that it was well within his remit to provide beautiful and serviceable workwear, but there was still that tiny niggling voice at the back of his head telling him that he was just going to screw this up, that at some point it was all going to come crashing down and it would be his fault.

“And… well, I knew prejudices would run against me here. I didn’t grow up speaking this formally. I just...just need the chance to prove myself. Even if it means aping the gollies in some respects. And I assure you, you’re going to look understatedly splendid in this, and he will have no cause for complaint...assuming that Vinter doesn’t take offence…”
The tailor’s jaw clenched with momentary nerves, but he shook it off, turning his attention to the child Cecelia held on the counter. His movements were swift and efficient, erring on the side of larger when the girl’s position made the measurements uneven. Five quick runs of the tape, a brief scribble, and repeat, and it was done.

“You’ll take longer I’m afraid, do you want me to lock the shop or are you happy with just the curtain?”
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