How Soon Can You Finish This

Writers: Ainsley, Francesca
Date Posted: 1st February 2009

Characters: Jadorin, Nimroy
Description: Nimroy meets Jadorin when he goes to commission some new shirts
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 1, day 16 of Turn 5
Notes: Mentioned: Benaroy, Benaran
Mentor Approved

Looking around to see that no one was near, Nimroy rapped on the door.
He could only hope the weaver wouldn't ask too many questions as to
why the Lord Holder's son needed to replace nearly all of his shirts.
His face flushed as he relived explaining to a rather irate wet-nurse
why her charge was blue. Nimroy still maintained there was no way
that his son should have been able to reach that ink bottle.

"Come in," Jadorin called, pushing Cloud off of his work table.
The feline gave a little growl but complied, quickly finding a spot
near his feet and curling up again. On his desk were his notes on the
apprentices he was overseeing. He needed to write a report on their
projects. One young man he was recommending to be sent to the Hall for
more training, if he and his parents wished it. However, the others
could still benefit from staying at the Hold and deciding if they
wanted to devote their lives to the craft or not. He was not a fan of
hidework, but it was necessary.

"Good day Journeyman," Nimroy offered as he entered the weavers
domain. Having been rather busy with hold matters and his young son,
he hadn't met the man personally though Jadorin had been there for
some months. "I'm Nimroy, son of Lord Benaroy. We have yet to meet I
am afraid."

Jadorin stood and shook the man's hand, hoping he was nicer than his
brother Benaran. "Well met. I'm Jadorin. Please, take a seat. What
can I do for you?"

"An unfortunate circumstance, left me with only two decent shirts to
wear. I need to commission several shirts, and it is my sincere hope
that at least a couple can be ready in short order," Nimroy explained,
unconsciously rubbing at the blue stains on his hands.

Only the knowledge that he was speaking to the Lord Holder's son kept
Jadorin from raising his eyebrows or smiling. "Plain, unembroidered
shirts can be made very quickly if I take your measurements today.
Would that work for the first few?"

"Yes. That would be excellent," Nimroy offered the weaver a smile.
"Are you able to do that now? Or shall we make an appointment for
later?"

"Now would be fine. It won't take long, and we'll do a final fitting
of the first shirt to get exact measurements." That was much more
efficient than trying to measure perfectly the first time around. "If
you could just stand..." Jadorin took out his measuring tape. "Do
you want to be measured for pants, or perhaps a hat, while you're
here?"

"I might as well get a new pair or two of trousers. My younger sister
informed me at Turn's End that I needed to update my wardrobe so I
suppose this provides an excellent opportunity," Nimroy answered,
standing to accommodate the weaver. As Jadorin took his measurements,
Nimroy took the opportunity to find out more about the weaver. "So
before you came here, you were at the Weyr?"

"Hold out your arms," the weaver said, quickly measuring and taking
down notes. When the question came, he froze, wondering how the Lord
Holder's son could know of his stay at the Weyr. But, even if that
were in his records, surely there was no more information. He
couldn't know about the greenrider or...any of that.

Forcing himself to move again, he casually said, "I was there, but
Turns ago. My sister was Searched and I went along with her to
supervise," he explained. "I haven't been back since then, except for
a Hatching or two." There, that was enough information to sate the
man's curiosity.

"Ah," Nimroy nodded. "Don't know why I thought otherwise. So many
new faces this past turn," Nimroy shook his head. "You say your
sister was searched. Did she Impress?"

Jadorin finished measuring Nimroy's upper body and knelt to measure
the length of his legs. "Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, no.
She returned home after Standing twice." It wasn't something he
though about much. No, that wasn't true. He remembered living at the
Weyr often but not the fact that his little sister had a chance to
Impress but didn't. "She's happily married with children now," he
added, not wanting Nimroy to feel pity for her.

"That's good. Did you journey much or spend most of your time at the
Hall?" Nimroy continued to query as was his manner. He was always
interested in people and places.

"A bit of both. As a Junior Journeyman, I spent the majority of my
time traveling, but more recently I taught classes at the Hall. I
really enjoyed journeying and meeting new people, but it is nice to be
in one place now, especially at such a large Hold." The return of
Thread also made traveling much less appealing. "Have you had the
chance to travel much?" he asked, trying to turn the conversation away
from himself.

"I fostered at Jade Harbor for three turns when I was a boy and the
past six turns I've done a great deal of travel while negotiating
trade agreements. When I was younger, I fancied crafting, partially
so that I could journey and see more of Pern. My son was born eight
months ago and I have traveled less since then. I find I very much
miss it."

"It's nice to be able to travel and then have a home to return to,"
Jadorin said. He wasn't sure yet if he considered Amber Hills Hold
his home. "Will you be able to travel some in the future?"

"I suspect once the Hold has settled some," Nimroy's jaw tightened at
the thought of his father's death and the resulting turmoil within the
Hold. "I would like to."

Jadorin didn't say anything for a moment. He had been avoiding
mentioning the death of the Lord Holder because he never knew the
right words to say. Luckily, he had just finished the last
measurement so he could take a step back. "I hope you and the rest of
your family are...managing," he finally said, hoping he didn't sound
too awkward.

"Thank you, yes," Nimroy answered. He did not comment on whether they
were managing well or not. As the measurements were over, he turned
the conversation back to business. "I will gladly trust your judgment
for the first few shirts - something versatile but not fancy. Perhaps
you could send someone up to the Hold with sample swaths for further
choices?"

The weaver nodded. It felt good to be trusted. Many clients liked to
micro-manage his work, which could be frustrating. "I'll send an
apprentice to you tomorrow afternoon. And the first shirts will be
done within three days." Luckily, plain shirts were quick to make.

"Excellent. My thanks Journeyman Jadorin."

"Thank you. And see you very soon."

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