6th Fall, 518AV
Trynne had woken up later than she’d intended, and as she looked outside she quietly cursed under her breath.
“Shyke almighty…” the mumble came as she realised that she hadn’t the time to have a look through the less savoury areas of Sunberth before work, and hurriedly she pulled on her clothes and grabbed her weapon from where it rested on the small table in the corner of her home and slipped it over her fingers so that the blades of the weapon were perpendicular to her fingers and so that the blades pointed the same direction as her palm. She knew that if she was cautious and kept her hand positioned the right way, then most people in Sunberth wouldn’t notice the weapon.
Sighing she glanced over the room again, careful to keep her weapon away from her legs. Glad that she had everything she needed, she left her house, shutting the door behind her and turning to make her way to her place of work, knowing that once she got there she had a few hems to finish sewing and a few waistbands to sew onto skirts, along with whatever else there was that Deu wanted done.
She made her way across the city, her head kept down as she walked and ignored the sounds of drunkards shouting and the possible sounds of someone being attacked. Those noises had become a part of her day to day life, and Trynne had a feeling that it would always be better to ignore what was going on. If it was someone being attacked, then she didn’t want to risk getting involved and taking a beating in their place, then there was always the chance that it was a trap and nobody was actually in trouble, that they were just waiting for someone to intervene so they could mug them.
The rest of her journey was mostly quiet, the people around her going about their business and leaving her alone before she got to Deu’s Vestments and carefully she slipped inside in time to here Deu mumbling to herself.
“Hi.” she said calmly, briefly interrupting the man as he stopped mumbling to nod at her in response. She made her way through to the back, finding a small space to work in before finally slipping the weapon off her fingers and tucking it away to the side before looking around for the garments that had been left unfinished from the previous day.
Carefully she picked out one of the pieces that was a fairly simple dark green cloak with a hood that Deu had mentioned wanting to embroider, though embroidery wasn’t quite something that Trynne had quite attempted to tackle yet.
Laying the cloak out in front of her, Trynne glanced around for a needle and thread, carefully picking up a small needle, and then finding a spool of dark green thread that looked as though it would match the fabric of the cloak, or at least it would match enough to not draw attention to the stitches that would be visible.
Word Count511
“Shyke almighty…” the mumble came as she realised that she hadn’t the time to have a look through the less savoury areas of Sunberth before work, and hurriedly she pulled on her clothes and grabbed her weapon from where it rested on the small table in the corner of her home and slipped it over her fingers so that the blades of the weapon were perpendicular to her fingers and so that the blades pointed the same direction as her palm. She knew that if she was cautious and kept her hand positioned the right way, then most people in Sunberth wouldn’t notice the weapon.
Sighing she glanced over the room again, careful to keep her weapon away from her legs. Glad that she had everything she needed, she left her house, shutting the door behind her and turning to make her way to her place of work, knowing that once she got there she had a few hems to finish sewing and a few waistbands to sew onto skirts, along with whatever else there was that Deu wanted done.
She made her way across the city, her head kept down as she walked and ignored the sounds of drunkards shouting and the possible sounds of someone being attacked. Those noises had become a part of her day to day life, and Trynne had a feeling that it would always be better to ignore what was going on. If it was someone being attacked, then she didn’t want to risk getting involved and taking a beating in their place, then there was always the chance that it was a trap and nobody was actually in trouble, that they were just waiting for someone to intervene so they could mug them.
The rest of her journey was mostly quiet, the people around her going about their business and leaving her alone before she got to Deu’s Vestments and carefully she slipped inside in time to here Deu mumbling to herself.
“Hi.” she said calmly, briefly interrupting the man as he stopped mumbling to nod at her in response. She made her way through to the back, finding a small space to work in before finally slipping the weapon off her fingers and tucking it away to the side before looking around for the garments that had been left unfinished from the previous day.
Carefully she picked out one of the pieces that was a fairly simple dark green cloak with a hood that Deu had mentioned wanting to embroider, though embroidery wasn’t quite something that Trynne had quite attempted to tackle yet.
Laying the cloak out in front of her, Trynne glanced around for a needle and thread, carefully picking up a small needle, and then finding a spool of dark green thread that looked as though it would match the fabric of the cloak, or at least it would match enough to not draw attention to the stitches that would be visible.
Word Count511
