Citron Herdbeasts

Writers: Crystal, Anaria
Date Posted: 23rd March 2011

Characters: L'tan, J'nor
Description: L'tan needs a little help!
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 15 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentor Approved

L'tan was, in a word, stressed. His weyr was in disarray, fabric was
absolutely _everywhere_, and his own normally perfect hair was
sticking out everywhere. Stuck in his clothing was a veritable army
of pins and needles, some with thread and some without. In the center
of the room was the cause of his frustration. On a makeshift stand
built to the dimensions of a rather _large_ woman was a veritable mess
of fabric swatches. Hide, cotton, linen...if you can name it, it was
on there.

"I don't get it! I just can't figure out how I can make this woman
appear..._thinner_!" He turned his head and looked at Coralith with a
mournful expression. **I just can't do it on my own, dearheart. What
do I do?**

Coralith stretched her head in from her couch, looking at him
curiously. }:Get help?:{ He reached up to scratch an eyeridge,
pondering. *Hmm. You're right! Could you ask Zoranaith if J'nor
could come visit?**

}:Mine, Coralith's wishes to speak to you, he says his is really
frustrated,:{ Zoranaith passed on. J'nor chuckled. Short of O'ryn, the
little blue didn't seem to like calling anyone else by name.

"Tell him I'll be right there," J'nor responded. He assumed if L'tan
was frustrated that it probably involved his latest tailoring project.
He grabbed his crafting materials quickly, and began the walk to the
greenrider's weyr. **Shards, Zora, I'll be glad when you can actually
take me places,** he thought to his lifemate as he climbed the steps
to L'tan's weyr.

Reaching his destination, he patted Coralith affectionately before
heading in to see L'tan. "Coralith said you were frustrated? What're
you having troubles with?" J'nor asked curiously.

L'tan twirled in a frenzy of motion and stalks over towards J'nor.
"You! You are _exactly_ what I need! Look at this! Look!" He
grabbed J'nor's arm and pulled the man physically over towards the
frame. "She's huge! Dragon sized! And she wants a gather dress to
make her look _slim_!" It was clear that L'tan had worked himself up
into a tizzy. "And it just _has_ to be made by 'that Dragonrider'.
By the First Egg, I should just use Coralith as a model!" He reached
up and ran his fingers through his hair, most likely the reason why
his hair was such a mess.

"I wouldn't recommend it, Coralith has a better figure," J'nor said
dryly as he examined the frame. "Has she made any demands on color or
material?" he asked, hoping she hadn't been too specific. Already, his
mind was racing, considering options. A thicker fabric would be nice,
especially if they could get some stiffness to it. Then they could
push fat upwards, and use it to enhance the decollatage.

L'tan took a moment to breathe, slowly calming himself down now that
the younger man was there to help. He actually chuckled a little
breathlessly at the joke. "Just that it be yellow. I don't know
_why_ the woman wants yellow, she'll look like a giant citrus in it!"
As L'tan started to calm down, Coralith curled herself back up on her
couch. }:This one calms you. I like him.:{

"Ye...Yellow?" J'nor asked, a bit surprised. On one hand, it was an
easy color to produce. On the other hand, bright colors tended to make
large objects look even larger. "When I was at the hall, a master
there taught me an old technique of stitching herdbeast bones into a
garment to add stiffness to the fabric. Then you can use laces to
cinch it tight and force this," he made a gesture insinuating a large
belly, "into _this_," he moved his arms up to insinuate a large bosom.
"I understand it's not overly comfortable, but generally women place
form over function in regards to gather finery."

"Hmm...yes...that could work...not _perfectly_...but it should make
her just a little bit thinner!" He turned to the younger man and
grabbed him in a tight hug. "J'nor, you're brilliant!"

J'nor flushed, still not used to being touched by other men, certainly
not with the strict weyrling restrictions that were in effect. "Hey,
don't thank me, thank old Master Shanivard who insisted on mucking
through moldy old hides all the time. I do think that technique,
combined with a low neckline that brings the focus elsewhere will
probably make her feel so good about herself that she doesn't realize
she still looks like a herdbeast."

He pulled back quick enough, face beaming. "This is perfect. I'll
get started on it right away. I'll make sure you get half the marks
from it, since it's your idea."

"Oh, you don't need to do that..." J'nor started, but then considered
it a bit. He wasn't making any marks right now as a weyrling, and his
own commissions had been sparse as of recent since he didn't have much
crafting time. "But, I would appreciate it if that's what you want."

"Don't be silly, you deserve it. Now, want to help me make this
yellow monstrosity?" He turned back to the frame and started pulling
away the various draped fabrics.

"Certainly, I think I have some time before lights out," J'nor said.
"Just don't invite me when she come's to try it on, ok?"

L'tan grinned broadly. "I promise."

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