Hands knew well the work of beads to cloth. She could repair clothing and make a dress, if there was enough cloth and time to do so. But the little one?s heart only lifted and warmed to know that the one who received the item was truly pleased over it.
The latest was a small band of cloth to work into a woman?s hair. There was no special event, but she had asked S?jira to make one. That woman was the wife of the local stone cobbler who looked as less a one to wear it as her husband might have, since she was gruff in appearance and coarse in her ways and words.
But S?jira lightened just to have been asked at all by the cobbler?s wife, Gert. It seemed that she had been called ?sir? and ?m?lord? too often and she was determined to have something pretty to her short, grey and brown hair.
After the hair band of cloth and colorful beads had been delivered to the exuberant woman, the small one made her way from the market and made her way along some of the roads the Cobbler Shorn had helped to create with his own two, very calloused hands. She headed in the direction of RhyDin?s main docks.
Soft-leather boots padded against the stones and skirts of her drag, brown and plain dress swam smoothly against her hips and thighs with its hems against the tops of her boots. The weather was warming and no cloak was worn, but she had about her slender waist a black belt with a single leather money pouch that was cinched closed to keep the coins within it. Her long, dark layers of hair were unbound since she wasn?t cleaning or had any other need to pull it out of her tinted face.
Raven colored eyes were wide and curious as she pulled up from her quick walking pace that had brought her to the edge of the docks, nearest the buildings and shops. She hadn?t even made it to the piers but could see that crowds had started to gather by the droves.
The small woman did not need to ask what they were looking at. No one could miss the huge ship that was painted mostly black and highlighted along its deck edges and captain?s podium with gold and red paint. But beyond its glorious colors and magnificent carvings of lions, dragons, and more were the sails. All but one had been fully lowered, each in turn in coming into the harbor. And the last one still up was in the midst of being lowered. S?jira could just make out on its sandstone colored cloth the images of animals and creatures known and unknown.
Before she saw the name of it, it was being whispered through the crowd of seedy to find citizens of RhyDin that had come to work and gawk at the great ship: The Amaranthine. She would learn later that it meant ?unfading? and ?everlasting?. Even later, she would hear the story of its crew and just how long they and its captain had truly been traveling the waters of RhyDin and the lands of its many realms.
But for now, s?jira smiled and was in awe of the grand vessel. Like a child, she hurried off to find the men on the docks that she helped at times. She had questions. So many questions.
The latest was a small band of cloth to work into a woman?s hair. There was no special event, but she had asked S?jira to make one. That woman was the wife of the local stone cobbler who looked as less a one to wear it as her husband might have, since she was gruff in appearance and coarse in her ways and words.
But S?jira lightened just to have been asked at all by the cobbler?s wife, Gert. It seemed that she had been called ?sir? and ?m?lord? too often and she was determined to have something pretty to her short, grey and brown hair.
After the hair band of cloth and colorful beads had been delivered to the exuberant woman, the small one made her way from the market and made her way along some of the roads the Cobbler Shorn had helped to create with his own two, very calloused hands. She headed in the direction of RhyDin?s main docks.
Soft-leather boots padded against the stones and skirts of her drag, brown and plain dress swam smoothly against her hips and thighs with its hems against the tops of her boots. The weather was warming and no cloak was worn, but she had about her slender waist a black belt with a single leather money pouch that was cinched closed to keep the coins within it. Her long, dark layers of hair were unbound since she wasn?t cleaning or had any other need to pull it out of her tinted face.
Raven colored eyes were wide and curious as she pulled up from her quick walking pace that had brought her to the edge of the docks, nearest the buildings and shops. She hadn?t even made it to the piers but could see that crowds had started to gather by the droves.
The small woman did not need to ask what they were looking at. No one could miss the huge ship that was painted mostly black and highlighted along its deck edges and captain?s podium with gold and red paint. But beyond its glorious colors and magnificent carvings of lions, dragons, and more were the sails. All but one had been fully lowered, each in turn in coming into the harbor. And the last one still up was in the midst of being lowered. S?jira could just make out on its sandstone colored cloth the images of animals and creatures known and unknown.
Before she saw the name of it, it was being whispered through the crowd of seedy to find citizens of RhyDin that had come to work and gawk at the great ship: The Amaranthine. She would learn later that it meant ?unfading? and ?everlasting?. Even later, she would hear the story of its crew and just how long they and its captain had truly been traveling the waters of RhyDin and the lands of its many realms.
But for now, s?jira smiled and was in awe of the grand vessel. Like a child, she hurried off to find the men on the docks that she helped at times. She had questions. So many questions.