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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Aug 11, 2018 2:18:11 GMT -5
"That may be, but I feel like making ranger's cloaks is even more difficult than a suit. The way you mottle the pattern makes us almost invisible, which is crucial in our work. Not just anyone can accomplish that," he said, smiling as he noticed her blush. When she began inspecting the fit of the fabric, Tristan stayed still, "I think everything feels fine. Do you think they are too long?" he asked, not really sure. He thought they were fine but if she thought they needed to be hemmed he would defer to her judgement.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 11, 2018 8:36:01 GMT -5
"That is something tricky," Sallie admitted. "Luckily, though, your cloaks last longer than the rest of your garments, so we don't have to make them as often." She took a step back running a critical eye over the entire outfit. The pants legs did look a little longer than normal, but they were just dragging on the ground. She could hem them, but if the boy grew anymore than he already was, he would need a little extra fabric. She nodded. "I think it looks good enough. If you notice a problem with any of them, just bring them back. It shouldn't take too long to make a few adjustments."
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Aug 12, 2018 2:36:52 GMT -5
Laughing, he agreed, "True. I try not to be too rough on my cloaks." He felt heat rise to his face as he felt Sallie's eyes scan his figure as she inspected the fit. At first, he thought she might make him take it off so she could make some alterations, but then she finally said everything looked good. "Alright. I think they should be fine though," he said, before running a hand through his brown hair. "So, what do you have going on the rest of the day, Sallie?" He asked curiously.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Aug 14, 2018 2:49:28 GMT -5
Tristan nodded as Sallie spoke, trying to think of the various villagers she spoke of as she talked. If he was being completely honest, he didn't recognize many of the names. But, if his mentor knew how bad his knowledge of local residents was, Matthew would probably be disappointed in the boy. When she mentioned that she was behind on errands, Tristan straightened up a bit, "Oh, well, I could help you. Run your errands, that is. I've got time until Matthew returns."
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Aug 15, 2018 3:11:53 GMT -5
Tristan gave her a casual shrug, "Of course. I have nothing to do until Matthew returns. And as long as I'm back before then, I am all yours." Giving her a smile, he crossed his arms over his chest. "So, what all do you need done? As a ranger, my errand running skills should be slightly better than average," he joked, glad he could help Sallie out in some way, especially with her aunt being ill.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 15, 2018 19:27:53 GMT -5
A small, grateful smiled pulled her lips upward. "You may regret offering your services to me," she stated, walking over to a table on the other side of the room and picking up a basket. "I need to go get some supplies: thread, fabric, needles, and the like. There's a merchant that was in town a few days ago who has everything I need, but I have no idea if he's still here. Then there's the groceries, just the basics. We're completely out of bread, and I don't have the time to make any myself. Not to mention I have to get some meat from the butcher. But I need to drop off some of these finished orders so I will have the money to pay for that. I don't suppose you know which of these clothes go to who?" The young woman looked back at Tristan as she held up a couple of bundles of clothing. Of course, he wouldn't, but she had been planning on accompanying him. She needed to get out of the shop for a while, otherwise she feared she would go crazy.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Aug 16, 2018 2:03:03 GMT -5
Laughing, Tristan followed her as she made her way across the room. "I doubt it could be that bad," he insisted, wondering if perhaps he should have held his tongue as he heard her list of the monumental amount of errands that had to be run. Once she had finished, he took a deep breath. "All in a day's work, yeah?" He teased, before taking on a more serious tone. "But I can attempt to finish all of that. Although it might be helpful for you to write it all down for me so I can reference it," he suggested as he took the bundles of clothing from her, assuming she was sending him off on his own.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Aug 17, 2018 1:55:36 GMT -5
"I hate to admit it Sallie, but you're right. And I'd be honored to have you join me," He said with a smile, before trailing her as she gathered the rest of the things she would need before they could leave. Once they were ready, he led the way to the front of the shop and held open the door for her. After Sallie had locked up, he asked, "So, where to first?"
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Aug 17, 2018 17:13:28 GMT -5
"The merchant's it is," Tristan replied as they walked through the town towards the merchant's stall, enjoying getting to spend time with the young seamstress. Once they got there, he said, "Looks like he's still there. Do you want to go in and get those supplies you were telling me about?" He asked.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 18, 2018 14:12:31 GMT -5
Sallie enjoyed the chance to get out and walk around. She kept to Tristan's right, which meant he walked on her blind side. Not because she didn't want to see him, but because she trusted him to warn her if anything suddenly popped up she wouldn't be able to see. "I can. While I do that, would you mind running these," she searched through the clothing he was carrying until she found a bundle of pale blue, brown, and white, setting in on top of everything else, "to Mrs. Fairwyn? Her house is just across the street. If she's not there, then her son should be."
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Aug 20, 2018 2:52:05 GMT -5
Tristan barely noticed that Sallie had her blind eye to him. It was simply how they always walked, since they were children. Ever since she had gotten the scar and lost vision in her eye, he had taken to walking on that side so he could protect her or help her so she wouldn't feel as vulnerable. By now, it was simply habit and tradition. When she asked him if he would mind running a bundle of clothes to the house across the street, he took the bundle, "Not at all. I'll be right back." he said, before turning and heading to the house she had specified. Knocking on the door, he was met by a tall boy, whom he assumed to be Mrs. Fairwyn's son. "I have a clothing delivery from Sallie," he said, his face unmoving as he stared at the boy, holding out the bundle of clothes. Seeing Tristan's grim face and mottled cloak, the boy's eyes grew wide, and he quickly went inside to grab the coins needed to pay for the items, handed the money to Tristan, then took the clothes, before retreating back into the house and closing the door. Smirking to himself at the boy's frightened and silent behavior, Tristan left the porch of the house and went to wait outside for Sallie to be done a the merchant's.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 22, 2018 15:15:08 GMT -5
Sallie watched as Tristan strode across the street, a small smile tugging the corners of her lips. It was hard to see this as the same young boy who wasted the days with her, cheered her up when things got bad and she was frightened witless. While most of the memories she had blocked from her mind, Tristan's companionship was the one thing she tried to keep separate from the rest. The good amidst the bad. She pulled her attention away from him to focus on her own task at hand. While she was a bit late getting there, the old merchant still had the supplies she needed. In fact, he had set them aside for her, knowing that either Janet or herself would be by sooner or later to get them. The pair exchanged pleasant conversation while she purchased the goods, and she promised him next time she would be by sooner. Once done, she left to find Tristan already waiting for her. "Alright, next stop is the butcher's," she told him.
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