22nd of Winter, 518AV
“Lani,” The bored haughty tone of one of the Enclave’s Avora spoke up, and the mixed blood looked up from where she was loitering. She had little to do that day. Although she could be called to all corners of the city to work, she focused on Enclave work, and so when she was directed to the Enclave she tried to make herself as useful as possible. She like the copying best, as it afforded her a place to sit, time to think, and it was a rather nonsocial job which made the effort of conversation in Nari much easier. While she had noticed progress in her language skills the past two seasons, she preferred work that didn’t require the mental acrobatics of language.
The half-blooded Eypharian glanced up from where she was ringing out the dusting rag in the back room, and saw one of the more common Avora. He was not particularly rude to the Chiet, but he didn’t care for her in particular, big surprise. ”Yes Hirro?” She responded, having at least remembered his name.
”Help me with this,” He instructed, and she let the dusting rag slip into the bucket, patting her hands on her Bryda and then stepping around the thing and towards where he was working. As she approached her ebony gaze could take in what he was doing. He was making books. She recognized him as the resident paper-maker, although she hadn’t ever seen him make the books before, she realized the logic of it.
”What can I help you with?” She chirped in Nari, perfectly polite, as she circled the table to stand next to him, seeing his work.
”Help me set this table up for a chime, and then you can return to what you were doing.” As Lani circled the table to be near the Avora, she noticed the materials he had laid out. Swathes of high quality and thin shiny leather, stacks of papers, rolls of sharp thread, mixed for resin, and many interesting shaped utensils that seemed to serve a variety of purposes. As far as Lani had gathered, Hirro was the Enclaves paper-maker. She knew his job took a lot of work and time, although she had never really seen him work. While bookbinding was not quite paper-making, the foreigner was immediately able to grasp that it made sense for him to do this job as well.
”Of course,” She responded, reaching for the other side of the large swaths of leather that he held, and helping him gently fold them onto the corner of the table, so that they would not crease and he could pull one at a time to cut at it. While they positioned the leather, Lani had the guts to speak up, wanting to see if the Avora was open to receiving what she really wanted to ask him.
”It is very cool.” She spoke the Nari slowly, having made the sentence up for the first time in a while. She knew each individual word, but she had not spoken them in this order before. The Avora simply nodded, so she figured he understood what she had been trying to convey. ”Do you enjoy…?” She let her sentence pitter off, realizing she did not have the word for bookbinding in Nari.
The half-blooded Eypharian glanced up from where she was ringing out the dusting rag in the back room, and saw one of the more common Avora. He was not particularly rude to the Chiet, but he didn’t care for her in particular, big surprise. ”Yes Hirro?” She responded, having at least remembered his name.
”Help me with this,” He instructed, and she let the dusting rag slip into the bucket, patting her hands on her Bryda and then stepping around the thing and towards where he was working. As she approached her ebony gaze could take in what he was doing. He was making books. She recognized him as the resident paper-maker, although she hadn’t ever seen him make the books before, she realized the logic of it.
”What can I help you with?” She chirped in Nari, perfectly polite, as she circled the table to stand next to him, seeing his work.
”Help me set this table up for a chime, and then you can return to what you were doing.” As Lani circled the table to be near the Avora, she noticed the materials he had laid out. Swathes of high quality and thin shiny leather, stacks of papers, rolls of sharp thread, mixed for resin, and many interesting shaped utensils that seemed to serve a variety of purposes. As far as Lani had gathered, Hirro was the Enclaves paper-maker. She knew his job took a lot of work and time, although she had never really seen him work. While bookbinding was not quite paper-making, the foreigner was immediately able to grasp that it made sense for him to do this job as well.
”Of course,” She responded, reaching for the other side of the large swaths of leather that he held, and helping him gently fold them onto the corner of the table, so that they would not crease and he could pull one at a time to cut at it. While they positioned the leather, Lani had the guts to speak up, wanting to see if the Avora was open to receiving what she really wanted to ask him.
”It is very cool.” She spoke the Nari slowly, having made the sentence up for the first time in a while. She knew each individual word, but she had not spoken them in this order before. The Avora simply nodded, so she figured he understood what she had been trying to convey. ”Do you enjoy…?” She let her sentence pitter off, realizing she did not have the word for bookbinding in Nari.