A Project Assigned

Xanadu Weyr - Craft Complex
This large area has been painted a soft cream with dark orange trim used as an accent. It's separated into a variety of smaller sitting areas, couches and chairs organized into rings and squares, tables set where they can be used easily. Recessed electric lights in the ceiling provide a warm glow, and a row of angled skylights on the eastern wall above the entrance give some natural light when bleary crafters first emerge. There's often a cart with klah parked off to one side to help with waking up or finishing that important project - or simply to be enjoyed with comfortable seating and good company.

Along the southern edge, an open archway leads to a library of books and records. There's something for every craft, it seems, from tomes of caprine diseases, to Pernese history and law, to gemstone identification, to sheet music, to sea charts and herbal manuals. There's even a few works of fiction, though none of it seems very well organized. Whatever is sought, it's probably here… somewhere. A few desks for studying are tucked in amongst the shelves, each with a lamp to illuminate the reading material. Near that archway, a long table holds a row of computers. They're connected to databases all over Pern, and are available for general use except when the computercraft requires them.

To the north, a pair of double doors open onto a grand hall, the vaulted ceiling designed with acoustics in mind. This space is used for lectures and concerts, rows of benches set up to face the front. Along one wall, instruments hang free or on shelves for anyone with the appropriate skills to use. There are often harpers here, practicing their craft.

A pair of hallways lead back from the western wall, one going to the apprentice dorms and the the private quarters for the ranking crafters posted at the weyr. The other provides access to the various workshops.

Gerazal is sitting at his small desk and he's working on a design for a very lovely red wedding dress. It's the afternoon and so far today seems to be just a design day as no one has come into the shop.

Sephany is here. Curled up in a cushy armchair that has become a personal favorite of hers, working through a pile of mending. It's the last of it, really; a few more bits and pieces that need gentle attention. Her hands and fingers work methodically at their task, needing passing in and out of cloth; thread drawn through, gaze on her work as she hums a tune that might be unfamiliar to all but her. Working the afternoon away. (repose)

Kera smiles and makes her way into the JourneyWeaver's shop, taking in the lack of customers today and grinning. She's oddly pleaased at her old friend's lack of potential income for some reason. Crouching, she sets Rabbit to her feet, allowing the tiny canine fuzzball freerange. Spotting the Apprentice sewing over some clothes, the JourneyHealer tips a greeting nod to Sephany before her gaze seeks out their intended targer. There he is, working at the desk again. "Afternoon Gera."

Gerazal looks up, "Hello Kera." He puts down his pencil and he stands up, "What brings you to my shop? Come to check out my new apprentice?" He asks as he motions over to Sephany, "Sephany this is my dear friend Kera. Kera this is my new apprentice Sephany."

The opening, and possibly closing, of the door to the shop does not disturb the blond in the chair. Engrossed as she is, it isn't until there are spoken words that Sephany seems to realize there are guests, and even then, it isn't until her name is called that she glances up and focuses on them. A quick, questioning look to Gerazal, then a flash of a glance over to Kera. A look of recognition and then a fleeting, somewhat forced smile. "We met," she murmurs. But she sets her work aside and pushes up from the chair, crossing the room with delicate, careful steps to make conversation more attainable.

Kera looks around to make sure Rabbit is staying out of trouble, the tiny canine exploring around before heading to Gerazal and snuffling for her just due attention. The greenrider smiles to the Tailor and his Apprnetice. "I've a project I need your help with. Sorta a big order this time." A glance to Sephany, and another nod "Hi again. We sorta met on the beach the other day. Almost." Peering back to Gerazal "I was checking over some thing inthe barracks, getting it prepped for the next group, and well. We're gonna need some new robes this time."

Gerazal hmms as he listens, "Ah candidate robes don't they traditionally make the robes themselves?" He wonders, "I am happy to supply the materials and give lessons if that's what you are asking for." He smiles, "Good to hear. So how many robes do you think will need to be made?"

"Almost," agrees the apprentice, a flicker of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth but not quite meeting her eyes. But Sephany's interest is peeked at the suggestion of a large order, grey eyes going from Kera to Gerazal before darting down to the canine that has come to demand attention. She at least, gets a true grin from the blond, and Sephany bends to offer her hand out for inspection and sniffing. But she's paying attention to the conversation happening above her, and there's a curious look to her at the mention of robes. "How many…" but Gerazal already has that question covered, so Seph just smiles as she stands once more, hanging back but listening curiously.

Kera tilts and agreeable to Sephany before Rabbit demands the young woman's attention. The adorable dog sniffing the extended hand and giving her a lick of approval and starts dancing all about the Apprentice's ankles. Kera keeps track of Rabbit as she continues to Gerazal "Normally yea. But we're going to switch things up a bit this time." she reaches towards the little satchel on shoulder and rummages around in it a moment before pulling out a frayed sheet and extending it to the Weaver "We'd like thirty total, ranging in sizes from short to tall height and body size."

Gerazal smiles as he watches Rabbit for a moment and he nods, "All right. 30 huh. How soon do you need them by. I'd rather not do a range of sizes and measure the candidates as they come in. The candidate robes are simple enough, if after you get them settled have them come see me and we can get them measured."

"I can do that," says Sephany, cutting into the conversation with a bit more force than she likely meant to, which has her looking briefly flustered. " I mean… well. I can," she repeats, a bit more modestly before she explains, "I've seen plenty of robes; it's basically a length of cloth folded over with holes for arms and legs… nothing that requires intricate work. And I have plenty of experience taking measurements. " Poor Rabbit is ignored as she stands fully, gaze going for the swath of frayed sheet as if she means to touch it. "Why don't I make it a project?" she offers, grey eyes moving from fabric to Journeyman as she looks for permission. "That way, you can concentrate on the commissions." And then a bit of lower-lip chewing as hesitation takes over. "Well… I mean… It's just a thought."

Kera crouches down and takes Rabbit back up, giving the dog's paw a gentle little tug as Rabbit bats playfully at her fingers. After the Weavers have had a moment to consider the project, Kera's gaze flicks to Sephany's eagerness to get started and grinning a little back to Gerazal. Nodding to her friend "I've no problem with your Apprentice tackling the project. We've a good while yet, eggs starts started brewing. So plenty of time for you to make any alterations needed."

Gerazal looks over to Sephany and smiles, "I applaud your enthusiasm for a project. I was going to assign it to you to see how you do with it. Knowing that it's all right makes it official then this will be your first project here." He nods, "Yes it was quite a flight. So how are things going with you? Can I offer you some klah or tea?"

Kera smiles when the project seems to be in good hands. "Good. I'll let Wlm G'thar know that's one more thing off our do to list then." She flahses Sephany a grin before Gerazal distracts her with talk of tea. "Some tea would be nice. And while it's steeping, you can tell me all about how my god daughter is ready to join Healer Hall." She flashes a wickedly amused wink to her old friend as she picks up on thier old debate.

Gerazal laughs as he goes to get the cups and he has a small stove to put the kettle on. He hmms, "What flavor would you like? I have some jasmine tea that is pretty good." He says as he gets some of the tea strainers out. "Nikita is doing just wonderfully at the beast crafthold. Magnus is keeping the boys away."

Kera gestures vaguely with fingers "Whatever you have, Jasmine is fine." She huffs and rolls her eyes at the news. "Well, ifmy little Niki is lost to the beast craft, then we should start negotiating when my godson will be enterting Healer Hall." The Journeywoman flashes an amused wink as she teases her old friend.

Gerazal smiles, "Now those are fighting words Geral will be joining me here in the weaver hall, although I'm sure N'talya will say something along the lines of whatever craft he wants to do." He snorts, "That boy will be a weaver."

When her enthusiasm is applauded, there's a bit of a relief found in Sephany's expression. When it's actually carried out, and the project is assigned to her, there's a wide and growing smile that lights up her entire face. "Thank you!" Joy. Brimming over. But as talk turns to tea, she quietly slips away. There's a lightness in her step, nearly skipping as she moves back to her armchair and the project she left behind. Back to stitching, and humming; enthusiastically.

Kera snorts at the challenge and moves to drop into an empty seat. "I'm with Nat on that Gera. You should let him choose" Particularly if he chooses her Hall. "What if you force him to be a weaver and he hates it, or isn't very skilled at all.?" A grins to the Apprentice, but the woman has already returned to her previous task. At least there will be little chance of her order not being ready on time.

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