A New Dawn Hast Arisen Pt. III 1st of Spring, 522 AV continued from… Nothing happened. Though she wasn’t sure of what she had expected to happen or why she’d expected anything at all, she’d certainly expected something to have happened. Instantly she felt silly for her previous reluctance. Who ever had written this simply did not know how to find the new house, most likely. They might even have tried the Inn and been turned away, she reasoned. Her hands made no move to open the letter but if asked why, Naadiya still had no answer. Her left hand gripped the stained paper but the right one busied itself rearranging the gloves on the display, then doing so again and again for a third time. A now somewhat sweaty palm moistened the envelope with salty stress and Naadiya placed the letter back on the counter and stared at it for another few chimes. It wasn’t that receiving correspondence was such a strange occurrence, only this was the first time that she had received anything since arriving in Syka. She couldn’t think of anyone from her life in Eyktol who actually knew where she was and very much doubted that any of the Svefra who’d brought her to these shores would want to write her any sort of letter. Maybe Artik was trying something new, but it had never seemed his style. The sounds of Dawn working on the loom in the back room was a white noise she couldn’t help but be aware of. Dawn! she thought. Surely the shop owner would be able to shed some light on the letter and its origins. Naadiya grabbed the envelope again and went back to the workroom. Her employer looked to have hardly moved but still she smiled. Naadiya neared her and as she did so, the girl looked at what Dawn had already woven. The fabric was going to be somewhat thick, she could tell. Maybe a curtain… or a tapestry? For a curtain, it would certainly be heavily patterned, if she was judging by the amount of different colored yarns Dawn was using. But picturing more than one such panel in an inside space, Naadiya doubted the fabric was intended as such. “Wow, Dawn, this is really intricate… is this for a customer?” “Not a customer, no, no. Sometimes, inspiration just hits and creativity flows.” …Flows down a river of coffee, Naadiya thought as she wondered what the end result would be and remembering the reason she had come back here to begin with. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Dawn cut her off. “Where is Gracelin? She’s not still shaking is she? Didn’t you find her?” “I— yes, I found her. She is on her way, she just had to make a quick stop before coming in. And I am glad to say, her hands are no longer shaking!” “Praise Kihala,” Dawn replied, taking a chime to pause her weaving and look at Naadiya with a smile that only gave one sleep-deprived twitch, “And you?” Naadiya returned the smile and shook her head. “No shaking.” “No shaking?” Dawn asked, though it seemed both women knew they were not speaking of the jittering Gracelin had been plagued with. “No shaking.” Naadiya confirmed and took a deeply satisfying breath.
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