A Gift Of Yarn

Writers: AL, Devin
Date Posted: 19th August 2008

Characters: Lirit, Talryne
Description: Lirit brings some yarn to Talryne and tries to keep a conversation going with her.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 11, day 16 of Turn 4

Talryne

Lirit wondered how comical he looked, walking stick in one hand, dog trotting behind him, small basket with a cloth to cover it under his other arm. He probably looked rather silly. Well, at least he would be making people laugh. Of course, it probably didn't help that he had to continually stop and ask for directions. Did anyone know her?
Some did, though more didn't. Eventually, however, he found out that she lived with a bronzerider named N'vanik. That made things a lot easier as more people seemed to know him and finally found his way to the weyr and knocked upon the door.

Talryne opened the door. "Oh, it's you. Um ... um ..." She wracked her brain for his name.

"Oh, Talryne!" Lirit's lips curled up into a grin. "Lirit. I'm Lirit. We met a while ago."

"I remember meeting you. I just didn't remember your name," she said.
"Do you need something?"

"Oh, I got something for you." Lirit untucked the basket from his arm and held it out to her. At his feet, Scout sat and gazed up at Talryne, eyes large and pitiful.

She blinked at the basket for a few seconds before taking it. "For me?
Why?"

"Feel it." Lirit swept the cloth off of the top. Inside was a rather interesting assortment of colours. "It's the softest yard I've ever felt. I immediately thought of you and that conversation we had. I thought you might like it."

"Oh." Talryne touched the yarn and it was indeed very soft. Some of the colours were an unattractive shade, but the rest of them were rather nice. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Lirit relinquished the basket into her care. "I'll keep my eye out for more. That just felt so nice I couldn't pass it up. Tell me, do you knit all the time?"

She shook her head. "Not all the time. I have classes, and a few journeymen are giving me extra lessons, since I started so late. And N'vanik takes me out, especially on restdays."

"Oh, you craft?" Well, that certainly made sense. "Weaver, my guess since you seem to really like knitting. You know, if you ever want to get out, I always enjoy company. Maybe you can teach me how to knit."

"Um, maybe not. Last time you mentioned poking your eyes out." Her mouth twitched a little. "I don't want to be responsible for that."

"Yes, well, I gave it some thought." Lirit lifted a finger and placed it on the side of his nose, "And I thought maybe I should expand my horizons, not limit myself."

"I wouldn't be a good teacher. But I'm sure some of the weavers would like to help. They're very nice."

"But I'm sure they wouldn't be as charming as you." Lirit clicked his tongue. "Ah well, I can't force you to do anything you don't want.
Though...would you be willing to do something else for me?"

"What?"

"Would you be willing to make a blanket for me?" The harper queried, eyes twinkling merrily. "I would pay, of course, but it would be nice to have something like that, nice and soft, good texture."

"Um ... sure." Another commission? "I could make it out of this yarn."

"That would be great, though I hope you keep some for yourself. It really is a nice yarn." At least it felt nice. Soft and thick.
Lirit couldn't call himself an expert on yarn, really.

She sifted through the basket. "There should be enough here."

"So I guess just send me word when it's done." Lirit hand dropped to his side and Scout nuzzled, his cold nose chilling Lirit's fingers.

"What size do want it?" she asked. "Is it for your bed, or just a throw blanket?"

"I think a throw would be fine." Lirit reached up and scratched the back of his head, grin wide and warm. "Though as tall as I am, that's almost bedsize in itself."

"Not quite. It might take me a few sevendays to get it done. I'm working on other projects." Including that awful tapestry.

"That's not a problem." Lirit assured her, "What other projects are you doing?"

"A few things for my classes, and some personal projects."

Lirit wondered how comical he looked, walking stick in one hand, dog trotting behind him, small basket with a cloth to cover it under his other arm. He probably looked rather silly. Well, at least he would be making people laugh. Of course, it probably didn't help that he had to continually stop and ask for directions. Did anyone know her?
Some did, though more didn't. Eventually, however, he found out that she lived with a bronzerider named N'vanik. That made things a lot easier as more people seemed to know him and finally found his way to the weyr and knocked upon the door.

Talryne opened the door. "Oh, it's you. Um ... um ..." She wracked her brain for his name.

"Oh, Talryne!" Lirit's lips curled up into a grin. "Lirit. I'm Lirit. We met a while ago."

"I remember meeting you. I just didn't remember your name," she said.
"Do you need something?"

"Oh, I got something for you." Lirit untucked the basket from his arm and held it out to her. At his feet, Scout sat and gazed up at Talryne, eyes large and pitiful.

She blinked at the basket for a few seconds before taking it. "For me?
Why?"

"Feel it." Lirit swept the cloth off of the top. Inside was a rather interesting assortment of colours. "It's the softest yard I've ever felt. I immediately thought of you and that conversation we had. I thought you might like it."

"Oh." Talryne touched the yarn and it was indeed very soft. Some of the colours were an unattractive shade, but the rest of them were rather nice. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Lirit relinquished the basket into her care. "I'll keep my eye out for more. That just felt so nice I couldn't pass it up. Tell me, do you knit all the time?"

She shook her head. "Not all the time. I have classes, and a few journeymen are giving me extra lessons, since I started so late. And N'vanik takes me out, especially on restdays."

"Oh, you craft?" Well, that certainly made sense. "Weaver, my guess since you seem to really like knitting. You know, if you ever want to get out, I always enjoy company. Maybe you can teach me how to knit."

"Um, maybe not. Last time you mentioned poking your eyes out." Her mouth twitched a little. "I don't want to be responsible for that."

"Yes, well, I gave it some thought." Lirit lifted a finger and placed it on the side of his nose, "And I thought maybe I should expand my horizons, not limit myself."

"I wouldn't be a good teacher. But I'm sure some of the weavers would like to help. They're very nice."

"But I'm sure they wouldn't be as charming as you." Lirit clicked his tongue. "Ah well, I can't force you to do anything you don't want.
Though...would you be willing to do something else for me?"

"What?"

"Would you be willing to make a blanket for me?" The harper queried, eyes twinkling merrily. "I would pay, of course, but it would be nice to have something like that, nice and soft, good texture."

"Um ... sure." Another commission? "I could make it out of this yarn."

"That would be great, though I hope you keep some for yourself. It really is a nice yarn." At least it felt nice. Soft and thick.
Lirit couldn't call himself an expert on yarn, really.

She sifted through the basket. "There should be enough here."

"So I guess just send me word when it's done." Lirit hand dropped to his side and Scout nuzzled, his cold nose chilling Lirit's fingers.

"What size do want it?" she asked. "Is it for your bed, or just a throw blanket?"

"I think a throw would be fine." Lirit reached up and scratched the back of his head, grin wide and warm. "Though as tall as I am, that's almost bedsize in itself."

"Not quite. It might take me a few sevendays to get it done. I'm working on other projects." Including that awful tapestry.

"That's not a problem." Lirit assured her, "What other projects are you doing?"

"A few things for my classes, and some personal projects."

"Could I see?" The harper wondered if he was being a bit bold, but he was also curious and he couldn't help but want to extend the conversation a bit more.

Talryne considered for a moment. "I guess I could bring out one of my blankets. Stay here." She went into the weyr and brought back an almost finished blanket. "Here," she said, holding it out to him.

Lirit didn't 'look' at the blanket - at least, not with his eyes. His hands ran over the length, feeling the softness of the weave and he smiled. "This feels nice." Scout poked his nose forward and sniffed at the blanket, then sneezed. "I think you have Scout's approval."

"I thought the sneezing meant something else." She checked to make sure the canine hadn't sneezed _on_ the blanket.

"Oh if he disapproves, you'll have absolutely no doubt." Scout turned his head sideways, one ear cocked up as he regarded the apprentice weaver, as if asking if he had offended her.

"Good thing he isn't doing _that_." Tal wrinkled her nose.

"He's a good boy, I promise." Lirit patted the canine's head and the creature's tail thumped a few times upon the ground. "Do you like canines?"

She shrugged. "They're ... ok."

"Scout's a good boy." Lirit tickled the canine's ears. "He's not your average canine."

"Uh-huh .... well, I have lots of things I need to get back to. Thank you for the yarn." Chatting about yarn and blankets was okay, but she didn't care to have a conversation about his canine. Or anything else, really. She'd never been overly social -- unless screwing lots of men counted as socializing. She talked with the weavers, and exchanged a few words with others here and there, but that was all she could handle.

"Okay, sure." Lirit hesitated, then added before she could close the door, "Would you like to have klah together sometime?"

She blinked. "No." Then, realizing that sounded rude, she said, "I mean, nothing personal, but I just ... no."

"Oh. Okay." The harper tried to mask the disappointment from his face, but he did a poor job of it. "Well, I'll leave you to your work. Have a good day."

"You, too." Talryne closed the door.

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