01-26-2018, 08:30 PM
Seasil carried an ever-present knot in her stomach, full of nerves and what-ifs, despite it being rather late in the evening. Her busy schedule had finally ground to a halt for the evening. WIth Orion safe in his room next door, Seasil sat in a simple rocking chair in front of her well-lit hearth.
Up until two weeks ago, she had worked on a combination of items. Socks and gloves for Piper (half of the payment) and a dress befitting the Bodyguard to the Pr-- King, all while hearkening back to a far different time in Mt. Talavera’s history, had been finished some time ago were on the roster.
(It sat delicately inside of her wardrobe-- she almost felt hyper aware of it in there. Hopefully it would be enough.)
Her current project was arguably the most important in her mind. A long trail of deep blue, velvety, fabric, hanging well and warm over her legs. Small silvery stars and pinholes were lovingly, and very carefully, sewn into seemingly randomized spots all throughout the rich fabric. The starry sky was coming to life and it was almost done.
Within an embroidery hoop, a large, gleaming constellation was coming to life. The last one, Orion himself, was being sewn in with great care in a mix of silver and white threads. In the layout of this new cloak, half of the great constellation would be hidden approximately under the cloak pin she’d commissioned from Piper. His namesake would go right over his heart. It served as a quiet message, one of self care and careful guarding all while bearing one’s heart.
Even if Orion was not keen on the symbolism, Seasil could not help but to add it.
Fastening the last few points of (the constellation) Orion’s bow, the dragonelle stopped momentarily. Her hands dropped away from her needle and embroidery loop. She looked deep into the fire crackling away, contented, within the room’s hearth.
Seasil clenched her teeth and pursed her lips and shook her head, undoubtedly forlorn. A different sort of nervous feeling crept into her stomach, twirling in time with her usual unease. She quelled (most of) the thoughts before they could start. It is best to not think of Prince, King, Orion in such a… covetous way.
After considering his kindness, his warmth, and his stunning optimism for the future of his nation... Seasil stifled a sigh. Humans were clearly having some kind of lasting effect on her. To have unfortunately frequent ideations of… them nearly had her laughing. How pathetically she fell for their sense of timing did not help the matter.
A diplomatic marriage will be coming soon, a new human queen. Perhaps a lady from the North to unite Zodia under one banner? Melody would be an apt choice...
Almost as soon as she started to become wistful, Seasil shook her head. Her resolve, the promise she made-- a silly Dragonette’s wishes aside-- came solidly into view once more. She saw it for what it was through tired and misty eyes.
Once more, Seasil gathered her needle and hoop in hand. She began to rock in her chair again. Orion’s bow, and Orion’s cloak, would be completed tonight. It was one week before the Coronation and she would see out her promise, a seemingly short-lived oath, to the new King of Zodia.
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Glinting in the winter sun, through her window at the crack of dawn, Seasil caught the silvery glint of polished aluminum-iron alloy. The light gleamed off of the carefully crafted vision of the night sky. Its juxtaposition against the grey and blue sky provided a sweet and matching contrast. The vision was a rare meeting of two different worlds.
Seasil smiled far too softly at the sight. In that moment, the dragonelle assessed that she was even more ill-fated than before.
Up until two weeks ago, she had worked on a combination of items. Socks and gloves for Piper (half of the payment) and a dress befitting the Bodyguard to the Pr-- King, all while hearkening back to a far different time in Mt. Talavera’s history, had been finished some time ago were on the roster.
(It sat delicately inside of her wardrobe-- she almost felt hyper aware of it in there. Hopefully it would be enough.)
Her current project was arguably the most important in her mind. A long trail of deep blue, velvety, fabric, hanging well and warm over her legs. Small silvery stars and pinholes were lovingly, and very carefully, sewn into seemingly randomized spots all throughout the rich fabric. The starry sky was coming to life and it was almost done.
Within an embroidery hoop, a large, gleaming constellation was coming to life. The last one, Orion himself, was being sewn in with great care in a mix of silver and white threads. In the layout of this new cloak, half of the great constellation would be hidden approximately under the cloak pin she’d commissioned from Piper. His namesake would go right over his heart. It served as a quiet message, one of self care and careful guarding all while bearing one’s heart.
Even if Orion was not keen on the symbolism, Seasil could not help but to add it.
Fastening the last few points of (the constellation) Orion’s bow, the dragonelle stopped momentarily. Her hands dropped away from her needle and embroidery loop. She looked deep into the fire crackling away, contented, within the room’s hearth.
Seasil clenched her teeth and pursed her lips and shook her head, undoubtedly forlorn. A different sort of nervous feeling crept into her stomach, twirling in time with her usual unease. She quelled (most of) the thoughts before they could start. It is best to not think of Prince, King, Orion in such a… covetous way.
After considering his kindness, his warmth, and his stunning optimism for the future of his nation... Seasil stifled a sigh. Humans were clearly having some kind of lasting effect on her. To have unfortunately frequent ideations of… them nearly had her laughing. How pathetically she fell for their sense of timing did not help the matter.
A diplomatic marriage will be coming soon, a new human queen. Perhaps a lady from the North to unite Zodia under one banner? Melody would be an apt choice...
Almost as soon as she started to become wistful, Seasil shook her head. Her resolve, the promise she made-- a silly Dragonette’s wishes aside-- came solidly into view once more. She saw it for what it was through tired and misty eyes.
Once more, Seasil gathered her needle and hoop in hand. She began to rock in her chair again. Orion’s bow, and Orion’s cloak, would be completed tonight. It was one week before the Coronation and she would see out her promise, a seemingly short-lived oath, to the new King of Zodia.
----
Glinting in the winter sun, through her window at the crack of dawn, Seasil caught the silvery glint of polished aluminum-iron alloy. The light gleamed off of the carefully crafted vision of the night sky. Its juxtaposition against the grey and blue sky provided a sweet and matching contrast. The vision was a rare meeting of two different worlds.
Seasil smiled far too softly at the sight. In that moment, the dragonelle assessed that she was even more ill-fated than before.