Shaye rolls her eyes at a pair of chittering flizzards by an egg pot "Malenki Groena, Vincent! I'm gonna smash those eggs if you don't quit your scolding, I'm not gonna hurt them and you know it." the girl says, standing by the cot in the farthest corner in the back, her cot, and inspecting an almost shredded robe..

"Talking to yourself?" Riain sneaks in through the doorway, watching Shaye intently. "Oh, just firelizards." At that, she sounds distinctly displeased, watching the two chitter -- her own is curled asleep and stuffed on her bunk, trained to obedient silence. "What's that piece of rag?" Polite and Ri seldom go together.

Shaye snickers, "Nope, not this time. Yelling at them for being over protective." she says sweetly as she peers at the old robe. Blood and tears from shoulders to toe, skeery that she hasta fix a bundle of rags into a decent robe. "Oh, this is my candie robe." she says, shrugging as she winks to Riain.

Riain is slightly dubious, but first tosses a bundle to her top bunk before wandering back and closer to Shaye -- "Are you sure that /this/ is a robe? It's kind of .. not nice." After a blink, she curses, phrases that only a sailor would know; and phrases that she, as a seaholder, knows very well. "I need to make a robe, don't I? They take us, they make us work /hard/, and then they expect us to make white clothes."

Karasa walks into the room, just as the subject of Candidate robes comes up, or at least she thinks it just came up. Golden brown tresses float out behind her as she walks over with a stride so graceful as to almost be a dance. She frowns thoughtfully upon inspection of Shaye's robe, and then turns to Riain. "Well, at least he's trying. I do know though that for those sewing illiterate they have some spare robes for use," she informs the two casually, inserting her two marks worth. "I just happen to be fortunate enough to have had sewing lessons with one of the aunties in the Hold I came from before the Hall," she says, going to her cot's trunk and kneeling down, pulling out a white robe, still only half done, but apparently getting their in a hurry. She carries it back over to the duo and shows it to them. "See what I mean?" she says, gesturing to the neckline with it's flying dragons, each holding the tail in front of it in a seemingly endless pattern. "I learned a lot about embroidery," she says with a soft smile. Zelphyn, the brown hiding in her long hair peeks out curiously to gaze at the pattern. Why, that's so lifelike! Chirr.

Shaye giggles and pokes at her rag robe thing. "Hey, it was left in my clothespress, guess I hasta fix it up, eh?" she asks, rolling her eyes at it and then shaking a finger at the blue Vincent before picking needle and white thread up. "Nothing gets done when your idle," she sighs, starting at the top of a claw mark and starting to zig-zag her way down it "I can sew, pretty easy. Just don't wanna cut alla pieces out to make my own." she giggles, beaming at Karasa.

"I'm hardly sewing illiterate," Riain protesting loudly, all set for a fight: bring it on! "I've been sewing since I was born, more or less. I can fix sails and clothes and everything. Practical things." And her tone hints in a nasty was that embroidery is hardly practical. "Know where they have fabric?" Her last statement is directed to Shaye, who has made it -- for some reason only in Ri's mind -- onto the mental list of people Riain like. The very, very short list.

Spryte comes in dragging what appears to be almost a bolt of white material with her.

Karasa grins back at Shaye, and then shrugs at Riain. "I never said you couldn't sew, Riain," she amends. "I was just saying for those who couldn't sew they had those leftover robes." She sighs softly, making a mental note to try and be a bit more concise in her answers and statements. She walks back over to her cot, not to far away from the other two and fishes out her needle and thread and starting to work at the robe. She looks up as Shaye enters, and grins at her. "Need any help, Shaye?" she offers, Zelphyn flitting over to hover near the girl with a curious burble.

Spryte drops the material with a thud and a sigh, eyeing it and unrolling it to snip off a goodly length with her scissors. She eyes it with more than a little trepidation. Ok, wrap it around, slap on a belt and it's a robe? Another sigh is heard as she lays her length of material on the cot. There appears to be enough to make several robes in the one piece she has cut.

Shaye giggles and tosses a large square of white fabric towards Riain's cot "There's some fabric., about enough for a sleeve." she says, giggling and then continuing her zig-zaggy line down the dragon claw rip in her shredded robe. She shrugs and peers at the shredded robe "If you like." she beams, sewing her zigzag line down that single rip.

Spryte continues eyeing the white stuff like she is hoping it will become a robe all by itself, but no, unlikely. She stops long enough to look around the room "Anyone for white? " is asked. "There appears to be enough here for several of us." like she knows? She didn't even know the stuff came wrapped this way.

Riain eyes Spryte, and eyes the cloth in one quick glance before a hint of a smile threatens the downward slant of her mouth. "Spryte, spare some fabric for a needy and overworked candidate?" wheedles Ri, giggling slightly as she catches the square from Shaye. "I can make a headscarf out of this."

Spryte giggles a little "I think there is plenty here so help yourself, but I do have a question? Does anyone here know how to sew properly, you know, so it actually looks like something one would wear when it's done? " she may have talents, though Faranth knows just what those would be, but no, making clothing is not one of them.

Karasa chuckles at Spryte's careless flinging about of fabric and tearing of the cloth. She pulls the thread through and tugs it tight. "Need any help with that, Spryte?" she asks, trying not to giggle. Zelphyn flits over to the candidate, landing on the cot beside her. "Cheep?" he asks curiously. The Herder Apprentice just giggles, and stitches while she waits for an answer. Golden brown locks fall forward over her face in crimped waves, obscuring her vision and she tosses them back absently, continuing to sew her Candidate robe.

Shaye giggles "Have fun making the headscarf." the girl smirks, grinning as she zigzags her robes shreds "I figure that mending this robe, I qualify as actually making it." she says sweetly, shushing at Malenki Groena and Vincent "Behave you two," she says, glaring at the two flits and the egg pot.

Merdan folds clothing on his cot, the pile of wash higher by three than the pile of folded, and a separate pile for clothing needing mending. "Why is it that I seem to be getting all these easy jobs?" he says to himself.

"I can sew pretty well." Riain boasts, given that she actually has something to boast about, for once. "I started pretty young, but I don't know that much about making clothes. Just mending them." A needle and black thread a fished out of a pocket, one that is cleverly concealed /somewhere/ on her clothes, and begins her work on the head-scarf.

Spryte flops down on her cot, crumpling the fabric as she does. Legs kick the air behind her as she giggles at the firelizard and nods her head, runnertail bobbing and swaying. " I need something that's for sure." lips quirk " Don't suppose anyone would like to actually sew it for me? " eyebrows raise in askance and hope.

Merdan glances up at the others, talking of sewing "Don't expect me to help, unless you need instruction, I am just a candidate." Right, just ignore his other knot, buried in his press somewhere, the one that says he is a journeyman weaver.

Lyllya makes her way back in and simply /flops/ onto her cot, a loud sigh escaping the candidate as she stares upward. Merdan is turned to after a few long breaths as is Spryte. "Can't sew?" This is asked as the ex-weaver sits up, and brushes the hair from her eyes. "I could help you, if you like." Because that's what she's here for, work.

Riain doubts her actual talent at /designed/ something that won't make her look like a snowball, and turns big blue eyes upwards to Lyllya. "You were a weaver." A pause for thought. "Which means you know how to design clothes, right?" She'll leave it hanging from there and just look sweet and innocent and ... right.

Karasa grins softly, pausing in her stitching. "Well, I could if I find enough time between my chores and my robe," the Herder Candidate offers politely with a warm smile. Zelphyn burbles again and flits up into the air, gliding back over to his human-pet. Karasa suddenly grimaces and rubs her wrist, sighing.

Lyllya isn't going to buy Riain's innocent act, but the look does suck her in like quicksand. "Right, though my specialty is detail work. I have to design lots of things to put those details on." So, what is she getting into here? Or does she even want to know? "What do you need help with? Just the robe or do you need a work tunic?"

Shaye giggles and then rolls her eyes at Malenki Groena and Vincent, calling Fiddler to her. She has the oldest blue shut the two up with a threat of some sort. She gets back to her sewing before chuckling at the others.

"The design," Riain quickly explains, offering a rare beam at Lyl. She might get help, and wear clothes that almost look good. "I can sew, have forever, but I'm not sure how to design it. If I can't wear black, I at least want something somewhat flattering."

Lyllya takes out her sketchbook and regards Riain for a moment. "So, work clothing? Do you want some help with the robe, too? I'm sure that I can just cut out a pattern for you and pin it, then you can sew it together. It's really fairly easy, as long as you don't want something for a gather.. which takes sevendays to get done." Yes, she is a glutton for punishment, but she's a weaver, this is what she's supposed to do.

Spryte perks up her ears at the mention of help? "You can do a pattern Lyllya? One that would work on me perhaps? " beg beg whine whine.

Merdan shrugs and finishes folding clothing, placing the folded items in a basket and the mending next to him. Taking out his sewing kit he removes a needle and thread, deftly joins the two and begins taking the torn seam of a pair of trous in just a bit. "I could help with patterning the cloth, though that's not such a big help. It all depends on what you have to start with. Redoing a robe is sometimes harder than starting from scratch." He continues his even stitches and finishes, tying the knot and snipping it with a short knife. Next item.

Karasa works at her robe, and then takes a subtle sniff. "Is that stew?" she asks to no one in particular. "I'm starving." Zelphyn chirps his agreement as her cocks his head, nostrils widening as he takes in the smell. He purrs hungrily, and looks up to his human-pet pleadingly. Food? Now? PLEASE? The Herder Candidate smiles softly and strokes his chin. "Yes, I'll feed you soon," she agrees, working on finishing the side stitching of her white robe. Pure white, even. Golden tresses fall forward once again as she leans sideways, and she brushes the long curls back behind her shoulders and ear. She looks around the room. "Is anyone starving besides me?" she asks curiously, hazel eyes flicking over the various Candidates.

Lyllya nods. "Ah, so you want a robe that will be at least form fitting enough to be flattering.. instead of making you look like a bag of firestone?" She knows the answer to that question, really. "Tell you what, I'll take a moment to get the cloth and we'll be set." The small box that is her sewing kit is placed upon her cot before the weaver candie makes for the material, returning with enough for three robes draped over her arm. "I prefer making new ones.. never know what some of those candidates smelled like.. and I'd prefer not to find out." Spryte is given a rather understanding smile. "I'll get yours started too.. um.. you /do/ know how >to sew, don't you? Because, if you don't, I'm sure Merdan and I can show you." There, he's drafted too.

Shaye sighs and starts on the escond dragonclaw tear down the side of the robe. "This is gonna take ferever, can't eat. Sowwie, too busy." yeah, she's making excuses.

Riain refrains from babbling thank-you's -- hardly her style -- but contorts her face into something that's designed to be a thankful expression. "Sounds quite nice. Nothing fancy. Just something to hide my waist and hips and thighs and stomach." That's her plan in choosing all clothing. Too bad white isn't as slimming as black is. Or slimming at all.

Spryte shakes her head, she just ate before coming back to the barracks. "No thanks, but yes it is stew and it's not half bad." does that mean it's only half good? It's filling anyways, anything tastes good when you have been working hard.

Merdan nods in acknowledgment to Lyllya's offer of his assistance "As I said, I can help pattern, but with everything else we have to do, I can't offer much more, and if you need help in learning to sew, I can help with that also, as Lyllya said." He takes up a tunic with a tear in the shoulder seam and turns it inside out and begins to stitch it back together.

Lyllya nods and begins to trace out a pattern on each of the three lengths of cloth before cutting out the shapes and beginning to pin them together. "After the outline is sewn, I'll take in the appropriate places for you,

Riain." More pins are tucked into the fabric before the ex-weaver pronounces it ready and another robe started on. "Spryte, do you have anything special you want done to your robe? Not that it can be fancy, but it can be stitched nicely."

Riain mutters something that sounds suspiciously like a 'thank you', however garbled, to Lyllya before retreating towards her own cot with the fabric tucked under her arms. A jump, a climb, and she settles onto the top bunk of the row. Her little quiet space, without the quiet and with an emphasis on little.

Spryte considers carefully "I think I just want to make sure it doesn't fall off and that I don't trip on it, oh and that it covers what it needs to? " another runnertail bob as her head nods, yup those are the important things.

Shaye oifs at her tattered robe as she finishes the second strip, sewing it together can't be as hard as cutting everything out and /then/ sewing it together.

Karasa smiles at Spryte, and then frowns slightly at Shaye. "I could go fetch my own dinner and bring you some back," she offers kindly. She hates to see anyone starve themselves. "It wouldn't be a bother, honest." Good helper, see? Zelphyn burbles, half annoyed. I'm hungry /now/! he insists. Karasa sighs. "I'll feed you in a moment!" she coaxes, sighingly. As hair falls forward again she brings out a hair strip of cloth and ties the golden brown tresses back at the nape of her neck firmly. There, that should make them behave. Mrr.

Merdan picks up another damaged outfit, with a torn hem. He quickly turns the hem under and begins stitching it neatly, hiding his stitches well. "I can help you carry food back if you like Karasa. Anyone else hungry?" He continues to concentrate on his stitches, but obviously doesn't seem to be missing anything.

Lyllya nods at Spryte. "Well, that's easy enough, not like it will make a difference. We're only going to wear them once, after all. Unless some of us come back." This weaver has certainly learned /her/ lesson. More pins are placed into the fabric before it is held out to her fellow candidate. "There. If you need help with the sewing, just let me know.. or Merdan, he can show you how as well." Lyl's not above volunteering him for work. A shake of her head is given at the question. "I won't be hungry until my stomach realizes that we're not running messages about."

Shaye nods up at Karasa "Thank you, I'd enjoy something to eat....and I'd help if I weren't so busy with This weird robe." she says, grinning as she finishes the second strip and surveys her work....looks almost good as new....and starts on the third strip. Only four to go and she may have a decent robe.

Kylorin mumbles something unintelligible. Which isn't surprising as he's sort of tangled up under the blanket across his cot. The older candidate is still in his clothes, not because he didn't have bedclothes to change in to, but rather he was just supposed to be 'napping' after a day's work. Which he managed to wiggle out of half of them, but likely the extra exercise made him sleepy anyway. Stretching, he sits up, his hair rumpled and undone from the neat pony tail he usually keeps it in. "Hrm, whassit, did someone mention food?" he asks, a hand coming up to stifle a yawn.

Spryte nods again, but a little slower this time as her head slowly sinks down onto her pillow. She is not napping no, she is resting her eyes, yea that's it. She is....yawn...just resting her eyes. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Karasa smiles at Merdan gratefully. "That'd be wonderful if you could, Merdan," she says with breathless thanks. Zelphyn burbles, annoyed, and zips out of the room, a long brown streak as he heads for the Dining Hall. The Candidate Herder grimaces. "I just hope that he doesn't come back with the cooks on his tail." At Shaye's words she smiles. "It's no bother, honest. I offered, remember?" she reminds him with a friendly grin. Strands of obstinate hair drift forward, and out of her hair tie to float in front of her eyes. She wets them with her fingers and brushes them back, trying to plaster them against her skull to prevent further annoyances. Kylorin's words attract her attention and she giggles. "Yes, Ky, someone did," she acknowledges the half asleep Candidate with another chuckle. The brown streak suddenly returns with meatroll in hand, and fortunately without cooks or Headwoman on his brown whizzing heels. Karasa sighs with relief and then stands, leaving the brown to munch. "Shall we, Merdan?" she asks, robe set aside on her cot.

Merdan sets down the almost finished hem with the needle clearly embedded in it, carefully standing and turning to Kylorin "You coming, or do you want me to bring something back for you?" He pauses so the older candidate (but not by much) can reply.

Lyllya goes to work on her own robe, threading her needle after pinning the fabric together. "Formless, completely formless." And no pretties. "Oh well, at least it will be neatly made. Maybe I can get away with stitching little florets in the seam, not line anyone is going to know or see them." Except for her, and that's what counts. Right?

Risly is definitely going to commission a robe. There's no way that /she's/ going to be seen wearing a patched hand-me-down scrap of cloth. She fails to criticize the others, however, upon entering the barracks, and instead opts for a cheery greeting: "Hey."

Shaye yawns and keeps up her sewing, yet the zigzags moves into wavy lines and other patterns to sew the strips together. "There!" she giggles from her corner cot, finishing the third strip, she notices she's down to three more and starts to work weird patterns into her stitching or the strips.

Kylorin swings his legs over the side of the cot, elbows resting on his knees. The bright yellow vest he was sporting the other day is pointedly missing, which actually makes what he's wearing actually look good on him for a change. "Ah, what? Oh! Thanks...uh, Merdan right? Could you bring me something, I swear my arms are aching." He actually had to /work/. Gasp, the horrors. Even he doesn't like to be that out of shape though, it's just the slow season up in Fort at the moment. "Please?" A bit slow, but he does recall his manners.

Lyllya nods in Risly's direction as she sews, making small stitches in the fabric. "Hello," is offered Risly, though the candidate doesn't look up from her work for a moment. Kylorin's voice is heard and a bob of her head given in his direction as well.

Merdan nods "No problem" and turns to Karasa, "After you." motioning her ahead of him.

Karasa grins at Lyllya. "I'm embroidering mine with my white thread. No one cares if it's all fancy s long as it's all white," she says with a grin. "It makes life much easier for those of us who like to be fancy." Oh, yes. Risly's 'hey' brings a smile from the woman and a wave. "Hey, Risly," she calls back in greeting. She looks back to Kylorin, her gaze sweeping over Shaye's patchwork robe with a giggle. She nods to Merdan and smiles. "Thank you," she says, walking out.

"What're y'all doing?" Risly inquires out of polite conversation as shemoves further in from the entryway; it is, of course, pretty obvious to the casual onlooker just what several candidates are occupied with at the moment, but that doesn't stop Risly from asking. She locates an unoccupied cot to seat herself upon, legs crossed and feet tucked out of the way.

Shaye sighs at her fourth strip as she finishes it, wavy lines and zigzagged lines all holding it together. "Robe," she mutters sewing at the strip and hoping to get it all done so she can start on that small seam tear on the sleeve.

Lyllya finally glances up from her work, eyes directed to Risly. "Working on our robes," the candidate informs, still stitching away. "It's better to get them done ahead of time, so that they can be altered if needed. Although, a few are opting for reusing the older ones." Which is icky. "Have you started to work on yours yet?"

Kylorin glances around and notes the busy industry over the robes. "I think given my failure at making a robe last time, I'll just have one commissioned or something." He really didn't like his robe last time, it was just a little on the breezy side. Something you don't want to worry about while on the sands. Especially with hundreds of people and dragons watching you. While does like being admired or at least getting attention, it's not the sort that you can really enjoy. ;) "What about you Risly?" he asks as he glances back over at her on the cot, stretching back out on his own, the lazy bum.

"Me?" Risly looks somewhat startled as the question is posed to her, then shakes her head once in negation. Her explanation comes next, which serves as Kylorin's answer as well; he's included with a brief smile. "No, not yet. I think I'd rather get a weaver to make one for me." She sniffs once, shuddering delicately as she adds, "There's no way you'd get me in one of those dusty, dirty, used things they're offering from the storage caverns."

Lyllya looks up, a bit surprised. "Oh? I had rather thought that we had to make our own." A shrug is given. "Though, I'm sure that any probationary apprentice would more than welcome the extra half mark they would earn on something so simple." See? Lyll didn't offer, which may just be a first.

"Faranth forbid." Riain makes a dangerous lean off her cot, twitching an eyebrow at Risly with a suggestion of uncleanliness, for she's certainly anything but tidy today. "I mean, someone else wore that and sweated in it. Sopped up their dripping sweat with it."

Shaye rolls her eyes "I think it might be cosy, and what if a guy wore it before we did?" she asks, stitching up the last of the fourth strip and starting on the fifth, good, one more. Ayup. Then she can start to embroider it.

Kylorin shudders at the thought as well. "Say, ever take a good look in those bins? Some of those robes are downright hideous. I swear there was one with rips and tears in it, and what looks like stains too." His expression grows faintly sly, winking though as he speaks. "Think they were blood stains maybe? I've heard of accidents on the Sands, haven't you?"

"I haven't heard that," Risly replies with a displeased frown at the very notion. Eyebrows quirk with faint bemusement at the idea of a probationary apprentice making something suitable for her wearing pleasure, and although some scorn shows in her expression, she keeps her opinion on that unvocalized. Instead, she sends an approving nod of agreement towards Riain. "Exactly. /Disgusting./" A squeamish glance is shot at Kylorin, and she primly requests, "Can you not talk about that, maybe?"

Shaye chuckles "This one was torn from shoulders to bottom. Three claw marks on each side. Already got the blood from it and now I'm stitching it back together. It'll be a nice robe.." she notes, finishing the fifth strip and then relaxing for a moment.

"I'll second Risly," Riain volunteers, if only because she's not one to appreciate talk of disembowling and other lovely events. But she's proud of herself for her sarcasm being taken for truth, and just smiles at the blanket in an odd expression.

Lyllya gives a rather blank look Shaye-ward but then nods as she absorbs her fellow candidate's words. "So long as he didn't smell like a bovine." Riain is given a look of amusement, as are Risly and Kylorin. "Is it because you don't know how to sew? You don't have to be embarrassed, most folks just stitch together to bits of material and call it a tunic. Not like anyone but the holder's family and weavers learn any of the finer arts, like detail stitching and such." Did she just hand out an insult? Mmmm could be.

Shaye rolls her eyes "Whatever, whatever." she smirks, finishing the strips and holding the robe out to look at it. You really can't see much of the actual rips or stitches unless you look close. It looks all new and stuff. She sighs and flops back on her cot and starts to idly embroider around the hem of her robe.

Merdan returns with a tray of klah and mugs, enough for those still around the barracks. Setting it down he walks to Karasa and says "Who else has kitchen duty today? I think they are expecting half the Weyr to be helping in there today. Should have seen the wherries to be plucked, tubers to be peeled and other chores they have nobody working on yet." Blink, blink.

Karasa follows behind Merdan, three bowls of stew and a dragonload of meatrolls on her large platter. She follows suit and sets her own tray down. "I don't know who had kitchen duty today, I will help you, I don't mind." This coming from one who has working many times in the kitchens at Herder Hall. Zelphyn flits over to the platter and hovers hungrily above the meatrolls, only to be shooed off with a casual flick of the human-pets hand, much to his frustration.

Kylorin just shakes his head slightly as he pulls his gaze off of Shaye's robe. "You know there's gotta be other ones that don't need much piecing together." Something not as ill fated maybe. "I just didn't find much in there to fit me." He's after all, a bit older than the average candidate, most teens don't fill out as much. Then again, he'd go and pay for one done for him anyhow, but at least he's dropped the subject of injury as he grins over at Risly. Then the returning people from the kitchen catches his attention. "Ah, there you guys are. What did you bring back?" He shrugs as kitchen duty is remarked upon. "Oh, you don't want me anywhere near the kitchen. It was a...mess last time." Useless boy, if he didn't have his family, he'd be in trouble. ;)"That is just gross," Risly tells Shaye with an expression that borders upon horror. She'll be keeping her distance in the near future. She looks back towards Lyllya, then, and responds with a light shake of her head. "No, I can sew. My mum made sure of that." It's one of those 'ladylike' skills that Risly excels at. "I just don't do it very often. And if hundreds of people are going to be seeing me, then I'd rather it was Weaver-made." Risly obviously relishes the idea of having people's eyes fastened to her while she's upon the Sands.

Thanial is a lump, semi-conscious and rather upset about the fact. Hey, keep it down out there, some people are trying to nap here. "Erff," his is grumbled contribution to the conversation.

Shaye rolls her eyes, yet once again before mumbling as she sews idle pictures onto her robe hearts, stars, white rainbows, runner shoes, clovers, and white moons. An idle dragon is started under her needle, looking pretty good as the kitchen worker mumbles and hrmphs and sews. When thats finished, other things appear from under her needle.

Lyllya ahs. "Well, then, I will try to catch Anki's attention, the next time she is here. There were lots of new probationaries at the hall and I'm sure they'd more than appreciate the help." A stern look hides beneath the former weaver's soft features as she speaks. "I don't think I'm allowed to take commissions, you see. Not while I'm a candidate."

Merdan coughs slightly at Kylorin's comments about the kitchen "I didn't do so well the other day either, and my sister is a cook in the hold. We have stew, meatrolls, juice and klah, but I only brought back enough mugs for each of us, so you will have to do double duty with it if you want both drinks." He points to Karasa's tray and his own.

Karasa nods, and sighs. "I guess I'd better eat quickly, then." She takes her bowl of soup carefully in her hand, hissing in slight pain as it touches the healing scar on her wrist. She picks up the spoon and sets it into the stew, and carries it over to her cot, including a few meatrolls on top of the stew lumps and looking at Merdan pleadingly. "Could I ask you to fix me a cup of klah, please?" she asks beggingly. She doesn't want Zelphyn stealing her meal.

Kylorin doesn't have very marketable skills, not in the lines of a crafter anyhow. Swordplay or organizational skills he actually /can/ do surprisingly enough, but then again..that was his job before. Assistant steward, which he wasn't bad at really..when he actually got around to actually doing it. "Ah, just juice will do. Klah at this hour will just keep me up all night." Even if he's sort of sleepy still, he's starting to wake up again. "The stew smells good, simple enough to keep a lot of it on the hearth for this many people hanging around." He might not be good at the individual actual tasks, but the running of a Hold, that he's familiar with.

Lyllya looks over at Kylorin. "Think you could manage well enough if I went ahead and cut out the pattern for you and pinned it?" More stitches are put into the material that is now forming her robe. "It's not all that hard, and having it pre-cut for you would avoid any.. ah.. delicate situations." Like your backside being exposed to all of those people in the galleries.

Riain hears about food, and leans down from her place once again to attempt a look that says 'I'm pitifully hungry!' and asks, pleadingly, "Is there any chance that you could bring me some rolls and tea back? I'll do some of your chores for tommorow." That hungry and that lazy? Yes. Of course Kylorin's backside exposure wouldn't be a /bad/ thing... ;>

Shaye still grumbles over something in her corner, sewing anything that comes to mind onto the robe. Unsettled chitters arise from blues and green, Malenki, Fiddler, and Vincent because his mate is chittering. A finger is shook at the clutchmomma and the candidate shakes her head "Not my fault you sit around and brood like an old auntie." the DragonCandy(tm) says to her green.

Merdan pours juice for Kylorin and says "If you need help figuring out the stitching, I can show you by example with mine." He blinks at Kylorin as he hands him the mug, and then turns to Riain "We have meatrolls here already, klah or juice. Anything else I would suggest you get yourself." He glances at Karasa and winks, knowingly.

Riain doesn't get personal service? What a shame. She might even have to move, but for the meantime just gazes longingly at the food. Those love-handles? She counts them as energy reserves, and is very concentious about not wasting them.

Karasa chuckles at Merdan, just as knowingly as she digs into her stew with gusto. Whilst she chews Zelphyn flits down to the tray and hovers, trying to decide whether or not stealing a meatroll would be a Good Thing (TM) or a Bad Thing (TM). The latter is decided and he chirples hopefully to Merdan, tail pointing down to the meatrolls. It's a really good thing they go *between*.

Kylorin isn't gonna expose his backside to anyone unless they're willing to reciprocate, alright? Let's not dwell on that too much. The young man just shakes his head at Lyllya, though there is a slight gleam in his eye that seems far too amused. "Oh, I could manage that, but why bother? When I can go to the crafthall and have it done rightly without a chance for a mishap?" Like having all the stitching pop unexpectedly. The same look is given to Merdan as he sips at his juice. "I've figured it out last time. Meaning I've figured out that I'm no good at it!"

A rather soft hiss emits from Lyllya's shoulder, which takes attention away from robe making for a moment. "Shush. I'll send you back to the hall." Right. She would. Really. In a million turns. More stitches are made, her hands moving quickly along the fabric. "Well, maybe I won't put so many fancy stitches in, but at least it will be well made." Rogue, taking that hush as an insult, grabs hold of the weaver's ear, eliciting a wince. "Ow.. how.. stop." Kylorin recieves a nod. "Well, if you're allowed to commission one, then that would be a good idea.. though I have not asked about doing so." Being a weaver, they'd just look at her funny.

Merdan tucks into his bowl of stew and drinks klah "Well, I will need the klah to stay awake, or I will be slicing my fingers off before long." With a gulp here, and a slurp there, he gets all the food and drink in without a single spill. Amazing. Picking up the remaining skirt, he finishes the hem and stands "Well, I am off to my kitchen duty." He looks at Karasa "You don't have to go, you know, I was supposed to help out anyway."

Shaye ahs and beams at her robe "Done," she mutters to her flitters, her robe all sewd up and covered in weird white embroidery.