13th Summer, 516AV
“Trynne what are you doing?” came the voice from the other side of the room and the young woman rolled her eyes, before standing up and making her way over to her father, sitting on the floor next to him.
“I was seeing how it fit,” Trynne said almost blankly before she held up her hand to show her father the Bagh Nakh that was in place. It seemed to fit well, with the two loops comfortably slipping over her thumb and little finger. “What are you doing?” she returned the question, tilting her head as she did so.
“I’m making dresses for your sisters, a gift for when they come see us.” the man said and Trynne furrowed her brow. She was fairly certain he still believed they’d come to visit when they’d likely happily moved in with their aunts and uncles and were now likely attending some sort of well-to-do school in Zeltiva, possibly even at the university for the older of her siblings.
Sighing she shook her head, then looked at her fathers work, seeing him working on the hem of the skirt.
“If I help with the hem, will you teach me how to get the right measurements and how to make the skirt part?” Trynne asked and she saw her father start to smile before he nodded.
Hurriedly Trynne slipped the Bagh Nakh from her fingers, making sure to be careful of the blades of the weapon, before allowing it to clatter to the floor of the rather dismal room that they called home.
“So, to get the measurements aye? Well, you want a skirt to fit over your hips right? Or the widest part of you, so you need to measure that.” her father explained and Trynne nodded, before standing up.
”Show me!” she demanded and her father chuckled, standing up with his tape measure and placing it around her hips, and reading the number off the front, taking some time to write the number down.
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“I was seeing how it fit,” Trynne said almost blankly before she held up her hand to show her father the Bagh Nakh that was in place. It seemed to fit well, with the two loops comfortably slipping over her thumb and little finger. “What are you doing?” she returned the question, tilting her head as she did so.
“I’m making dresses for your sisters, a gift for when they come see us.” the man said and Trynne furrowed her brow. She was fairly certain he still believed they’d come to visit when they’d likely happily moved in with their aunts and uncles and were now likely attending some sort of well-to-do school in Zeltiva, possibly even at the university for the older of her siblings.
Sighing she shook her head, then looked at her fathers work, seeing him working on the hem of the skirt.
“If I help with the hem, will you teach me how to get the right measurements and how to make the skirt part?” Trynne asked and she saw her father start to smile before he nodded.
Hurriedly Trynne slipped the Bagh Nakh from her fingers, making sure to be careful of the blades of the weapon, before allowing it to clatter to the floor of the rather dismal room that they called home.
“So, to get the measurements aye? Well, you want a skirt to fit over your hips right? Or the widest part of you, so you need to measure that.” her father explained and Trynne nodded, before standing up.
”Show me!” she demanded and her father chuckled, standing up with his tape measure and placing it around her hips, and reading the number off the front, taking some time to write the number down.
Word Count332