Logs:The Gift
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| RL Date: 15 October, 2009 |
| Who: Madilla |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Madilla's latest project is complete. |
| Where: High Reaches |
| When: Day 14, Month 13, Turn 20 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Leova/Mentions |
| It was finished with just a few days spare, despite exams and newborns and Journeymen who really ought to spend more time resting than they can let themselves. She was finally back at the weyr, and getting back into routine, her excellent exam results still singing at the back of her mind. It had taken a few late nights, but now, all that out of the way, she'd finished. Like she'd done with W'chek's quilt, what seemed like a lifetime ago, she laid it out on her bed to appraise it, before she wrapped it up. This one was smaller, and wider than it was long - intended more as a wallhanging or a throw rug, or perhaps to be laid as a runner at the end of a bed. The batting was lighter, just enough to give it a more solid, tangible presence than it would otherwise have. She'd made the border with patches of brown, all kinds of shades and fabrics, from a spotted piece of caramel silk to dark corduroy. Most of the rest was blue: a sky, with puffy clouds and High Reaches' spires. In the middle - the piece Madilla was most proud of - was a green dragon in flight, painstakingly put together out of pieces of olive wool (a pure bit of luck, finding that), the details embroidered in. She'd even put in the green's rider, rusty hair standing out from the rest of the scene. The detail required had taken far more attention than just stitching together patch after patch. She'd had to draw her designs, trace out the pieces, then pierce them together bit by bit, building up the image until it was perfect. She'd wasted a lot of fabric by getting things wrong, but now, even under her critical eye, she was satisfied. Satisfied, maybe, but nervous, too. She hadn't really told anyone about this quilt; true, people had known she was working on something, but she was always working on something. It had been W'chek's quilt, at one point, and Delvana's blanket, after that. Now this one, and now that it was done, she was at a loss as to what she'd work on next. Something for yourself? No. Not yet. She was nervous. Nervous to gift it, to receive feedback. She wasn't usually much of a present giver: she never knew what people would want, would like. She was - and she could admit this much - too careful with her marks to spend them on other people. Most of the time, she could barely spend them on herself; they all went home. She hoped it would be appreciated. She hoped... She gave it another look. Was it really okay looking? Not embarrassingly awful? Not all the stitches were straight, though they'd certainly improved since she'd finished with W'chek's. No. It was good. It looked good. Probably the pose wasn't exactly right, and she wasn't sure she'd really gotten the proportions right, not really being much of an artist, but it was recognisable. You'd know, if you were supposed to. Solemnly, she folded it up again, wrapping it in the simple square of linen she'd secured for the purpose, tying the package up with string. She'd put it with the mail, let someone deliver it. A secret. A surprise. But not for a couple days yet. |
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