Timestamp: 11th Day of Spring, 515 AV
Seirei sat, making herself comfortable as she considered the request she had gotten the other day. One of the traders currently visiting Endrykas had lost her husband a few seasons ago, due to illness. She was the leader of those who had survived the fever, and had been instrumental in getting the surviving members of the caravan back on their feet. But she was also the mother of a five year old child. A child that she had very little time for now that she was the leader of their caravan.
The woman had approached Seirei when she had been browsing through the trade caravans yesterday. Apparently several of the caravans currently visiting the city had a loose alliance where they did what they could to help each other out. When a customer was looking for something that they couldn't provide personally, they would recommend one of the other caravans in the alliance. Word passed quickly between the caravans, and since Seirei had been looking at different kinds of wood, the traders had guessed that she might be a carver. And it was for that reason that the woman had approached her with a commission.
Seirei stared at the blocks of wood that she had been given for the job. The trader and her husband had given their daughter a doll soon after she had been born. As the child grew, that doll had become a very special friend. A well loved special friend. And that was where Seirei came in. The beloved doll was old, and it was starting to show its age. Seirei could do nothing in the way of sewing, and repairing the doll's dress, or stuffed body. But she could carve a wooden head for the doll to replace the one that had cracked, and was starting to splinter with age.
As Seirei continued to study the blocks of wood, she couldn't help but think about the child that her efforts were for. Seirei had been that little girl once. Their circumstances had been different, but there were similarities, too. Her mother had never been the leader of their caravan, and her own passion for carving meant that she spent a great deal of time learning from her mother. But there had been times when her mother had been too busy for her. Times when her work was so delicate that a small child was a distraction that couldn't be tolerated.
Life within a trade caravan was always changing. There were the core families that lived with the caravan permanently, of course. Seirei's own family had been one of those. But there were always families who came and traveled with the caravan for a season for a season, or a year or two before moving on. Sometimes life constantly on the move wasn't something people could endure for long. Other times, the family didn't get along with the others in the caravan, and they moved on before long. Or a woman got pregnant, and had to leave the caravan when her pregnancy grew too advanced for her to travel safely. Things happened.
There weren't always a lot of children to play with in the caravan. Sometimes there were children, but they were to old, or too young to be interested in Seirei. Other times, there were plenty of children, but they just didn't get along very well. Seirei had been very lucky to have a couple of very close friends her own age that stayed with her. The other children came and went over time. So Seirei understood the need for a child to have a special friend that would never leave them.
The child that Seirei was making the doll head for didn't have many other children in the caravan to play with. And most of the ones that were around were too old to be close friends, according to the child's mother. So her doll was her best, and only constant friend. For that reason, Seirei was determined to do the best she could in making the doll head. If the doll she was making a replacement head for was a lonely child's treasured friend, then Seirei could do no less than her very best to fix the child's friend.
It was for that reason that Seirei studied the blocks of wood so carefully. She wanted to choose the best one for the task. Both blocks of wood were roughly the same size. And both were of good quality. One was slightly darker than the other, but both had a nice, dark, even tone to them. There were no flaws in either that Seirei could see. But after close examination, Seirei noticed that the grain in one of the blocks of wood had a more pleasing look to it that the other. It was a very subtle difference, and one that a child likely wouldn't notice on a conscious level. But Seirei wanted the doll's head to look as perfect as she could make it. And since the head of the doll wasn't going to be painted, it was very important that the wood itself looked nice. So that was the block of wood that she chose.
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Seirei sat, making herself comfortable as she considered the request she had gotten the other day. One of the traders currently visiting Endrykas had lost her husband a few seasons ago, due to illness. She was the leader of those who had survived the fever, and had been instrumental in getting the surviving members of the caravan back on their feet. But she was also the mother of a five year old child. A child that she had very little time for now that she was the leader of their caravan.
The woman had approached Seirei when she had been browsing through the trade caravans yesterday. Apparently several of the caravans currently visiting the city had a loose alliance where they did what they could to help each other out. When a customer was looking for something that they couldn't provide personally, they would recommend one of the other caravans in the alliance. Word passed quickly between the caravans, and since Seirei had been looking at different kinds of wood, the traders had guessed that she might be a carver. And it was for that reason that the woman had approached her with a commission.
Seirei stared at the blocks of wood that she had been given for the job. The trader and her husband had given their daughter a doll soon after she had been born. As the child grew, that doll had become a very special friend. A well loved special friend. And that was where Seirei came in. The beloved doll was old, and it was starting to show its age. Seirei could do nothing in the way of sewing, and repairing the doll's dress, or stuffed body. But she could carve a wooden head for the doll to replace the one that had cracked, and was starting to splinter with age.
As Seirei continued to study the blocks of wood, she couldn't help but think about the child that her efforts were for. Seirei had been that little girl once. Their circumstances had been different, but there were similarities, too. Her mother had never been the leader of their caravan, and her own passion for carving meant that she spent a great deal of time learning from her mother. But there had been times when her mother had been too busy for her. Times when her work was so delicate that a small child was a distraction that couldn't be tolerated.
Life within a trade caravan was always changing. There were the core families that lived with the caravan permanently, of course. Seirei's own family had been one of those. But there were always families who came and traveled with the caravan for a season for a season, or a year or two before moving on. Sometimes life constantly on the move wasn't something people could endure for long. Other times, the family didn't get along with the others in the caravan, and they moved on before long. Or a woman got pregnant, and had to leave the caravan when her pregnancy grew too advanced for her to travel safely. Things happened.
There weren't always a lot of children to play with in the caravan. Sometimes there were children, but they were to old, or too young to be interested in Seirei. Other times, there were plenty of children, but they just didn't get along very well. Seirei had been very lucky to have a couple of very close friends her own age that stayed with her. The other children came and went over time. So Seirei understood the need for a child to have a special friend that would never leave them.
The child that Seirei was making the doll head for didn't have many other children in the caravan to play with. And most of the ones that were around were too old to be close friends, according to the child's mother. So her doll was her best, and only constant friend. For that reason, Seirei was determined to do the best she could in making the doll head. If the doll she was making a replacement head for was a lonely child's treasured friend, then Seirei could do no less than her very best to fix the child's friend.
It was for that reason that Seirei studied the blocks of wood so carefully. She wanted to choose the best one for the task. Both blocks of wood were roughly the same size. And both were of good quality. One was slightly darker than the other, but both had a nice, dark, even tone to them. There were no flaws in either that Seirei could see. But after close examination, Seirei noticed that the grain in one of the blocks of wood had a more pleasing look to it that the other. It was a very subtle difference, and one that a child likely wouldn't notice on a conscious level. But Seirei wanted the doll's head to look as perfect as she could make it. And since the head of the doll wasn't going to be painted, it was very important that the wood itself looked nice. So that was the block of wood that she chose.
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