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Time For Some Weaving | Open

WHO: Lark, Anyone
WHERE: The Hotel
WHAT: Teaching Spinning, Sewing, and Magically Weaving
WHEN: Early July
WARNINGS: None

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Good Day All!

I would like everyone to know that now that my rooms are set up for it, I shall be offering sewing, spinning, and other cloth related lessons in my workroom. This shall be open for people to join me in doing in the evenings after dinner. I can also at that time accept any clothing people might need repaired.

In the mornings, if I may find someone to offer their hands for assistance, I shall work on magical spinning or weaving. Until such time as we have a larger supply of thread and a full loom is completed, this will be the best way I can provide for us, but I cannot do this alone. I would ask any who might offer me assistance allow me to know so we might arrange days for this purpose.

On days I do not spell work, I will be meditating in my work room at the hottest part of the day, and any are free to join me. I reside on the third floor of the hotel, in the room second from the left after leaving the main stair. My work room is the adjoining room. Please let me know before coming over.

1. Spinning Lessons For All!
Lark didn't even bother to look up if someone entered for her lessons. She smiled and watched her spindle, careful to let her thread lose enough speed to reverse. Once she was ready she caught the end of the spindle to hold it still so she could wind the thread she had made onto it and set it aside. Only then did she rise and offer the newcomer a bow and a warm smile. Clad in her forest green robes tied only with a soft length of cord, she could easily be linked to a monk. Which was not entirely inaccurate.

"Good evening to you. Have you come to learn, or do you need some repair work done?"

Because truly she could do either. She had even learned of the replicator and had spent her monthly rations on drop spindles and wool carders. She was all ready to get to some serious work.

2. A Mage's Assistant
An agreement, once made, was a happy one to fulfill. This morning, or any morning she had an agreed upon assistant, Lark rose early to eat and clean and then return to her work room to throw wide open the windows and turn on all of the lights. Then she set up the work table for the tools of the day. A large pitcher of water, a basket of food, a comfortable chair to sit at.

Then she waited. Starting pattern magic without someone to protect her from the spell itself would be foolish. Now she just had to wait to train a new assistant and hopefully create something everyone needed.

"Mila, watch over me," she found herself praying quietly as she waited.

[OOC: If someone wants to meditate with Lark just lmk on plurk or discord and I'll set up something for that.]

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Yes, that was going to be his next question so that did save them a step there.

"Huh, certainly seems that your world has fully embraced magic, having such a system for it. It is widely accepted then?"

"It is. It helps that there are ways that magic figures into many lives. Sailors often pay for specialized magic, tying bits of winds into threads and cords so that, if they untie it, a favorable wind is freed for him. The wealthy use magic to protect their homes and their goods."

So many forms of magic and so many purposes to it. Lark finishes with her wool and quickly reaches with her free hand to get more wool and pass it into her hand once more to keep her spinning going.

"Unfortunately ambient mages, like myself, we are rarer, in part because we do not always recognize our gifts. Most mages are found as children if they are academic mages. But I myself was not discovered until roughly your age."

"Huh. That's interesting. Magic certainly sounds like it would be very helpful to the world. I've seen what Allura has been able to do and... well, there was a race visited that could essentially communicate with nature and create things that way."

Might have made his life that much easier if he had been able to connect with magic... or if he had known others who did.

"Did you always have the abilities and just weren't aware of them or was it something that began to manifest later?"

"My Rosie and her charge Briar actually talk to plants, so I'm not surprised. They're plant mages, gifted in the green magic."

Ah, a question she could happily answer.

"Magic is a gift one is born with, and manifests later. With Ambient mages we don't do the normal things. Our toys don't dance, we don't see things in fire, those sorts of things. Tris, one of my girls, would accidentally call storms or lightning when she was mad. My apprentice Sandry first manifested when she was alone in the dark and imagined light in the thread she was braiding, as if she might tie light into the strings itself, and it came. I was like that, not seen until later, not realized until another saw it in me. Before that I had been very ill, and living on the streets. Before that I was a professional tumbler."

That's right, the sweet woman spinning thread with a happy smile on her lips made her living as a wandering gymnast. She had loved it.

"It would make sense for those with magic to be able to communicate with nature. It's all around us after all and it eventually strong enough to damage everything."

Shiro thought about that as she told him a bit about her life.

"Sounds very interesting, both how magic works in your world and what you did before. Also really impressive that your daughter could accidentally summon storms."

"Not my daughter," Lark corrects with a brief wave. "Charge. My partner Rosethorn and I, we live in a cottage on the temple grounds called Discipline. Potential non-academic mages are often given over to our care as we are experienced with the initial training of such individuals. In some ways we become their family in a very real way, with no others who want them."

That was very true of Tris Chandler. Her family, extensive as it was, had washed their hands of her. It was infuriating, to say the least.

"Ah, I see. Makes sense then. It's good that you do that for them. I kind of did the same thing for Keith. He was a gifted kid, but he had a bad temper. We were recruiting students to join the Garrison and he had the best scores, but they were trying to persuade me to not to accept him into the program. Still did it anyway and I don't regret it."

He'll save Keith some dignity and NOT tell her he had stolen his car after overhearing the conversation where they tried to dissuade Shiro.

"In a way, it's a duty of mine. It is enforced by the Initiate Council," she didn't note she was one of the members of said council, "that mages who discover a child with magical talent train them in initial things and helps them find proper instructors and mentors as needed. Though I do it also for love of teaching."

Still, she is glad that whoever this Keith was, he had a champion in Shiro. He seemed like a good man to serve as a mentor.

"Ah. I see. Makes perfect sense. Still nice that you enjoy something like that. I was never really a teacher at the Garrison, but in the end, I did collect a small group of them."

He was space dad. He would never stop being that.

"I believe if you had been, you would have been a kind and patient one," Lark answered, finally finishing with her second handful of wool. She reached out to stop her spindle then, smiling.

"Seems I need to wind this. And you, Shiro, are doing well for a first spin."

Shiro smiled. "Thanks. I'm sure they would say that too. I did a few classes, but nothing like teaching each class on a topic every day. My..." he paused a moment. "There were other people who did that."

He looked down at his spinning. "Thanks. I guess I will have to do it more often."

A pause. A significant pause. She read it very easily. A family member, or romantic partner. Well she won't push on that.

"Some people enjoy the idea of teaching frequently. Others do not. But that you are willing to share is a great kindness."

She works the winding process with quite a bit of quick skill.

"When I get more of these spindles made, I'd be happy to give you one."

Yeah, that was definitely what it was. Someone he cared a lot about that he wasn't quite sure what to do with yet. Even though it had been so long, he had a decent distraction from thinking about it. Periodically his mind drifted to it, but he tried not to talk about it too much.

So far, he hadn't. It was easier that way, but not necessarily healthier.

"Yeah. I don't know that I don't enjoy it. It's just that my job was focused elsewhere. I was training for missions a lot of the time. I liked doing things like that, but I was always focused on the next mission."

Since he wasn't sure which one would his last one.

He smiled. "Thanks. I'd appreciate that. I'll have to work on that loom for you at some point, especially if you can get a lot of people spinning for you."

Oh the loom. She smiled and nodded at the statement. Yes, she could use that.

"For the time being Ikora has been watching over me when I attempt magical weaving. It's not something I'd like to rely on, but for not it's something."

But to truly weave on a loom would be better for her and everyone else, when she could have her magic in reserve.

"Of course. When you have a chance, just draw out what a loom should look like and I'll do my best. So that way you have another option."

He had learned to do a lot of things in the course of his life. Building a loom was probably going to be pretty tricky, rewarding if he got it, and no nearly as dangerous other things.

Ah, since he mentioned it. Lark smiles and reaches to another part of the table to bring a paper forward.

"Asked and given," she answered. One of a few examples she had drawn with measurements. his one was a simple lap loom, it wouldn't be as big or complicated as she would want for full work, but it was something.

Shiro brought the spindle in closer to so it would stop spinning for a moment, settling the paper on one leg as he wound the thread he had just made to hopefully stop it from unraveling. Once he had, he picked it up to look at it.

"I can give this a try. Doesn't seem to hard."

Perhaps famous last words.

The winding would absolutely stop the ability of the thread to unwind. Lark smiled at his work as she leaned in to look it over. Yes, that was a good first attempt. Not as good as Sandry's, and there was definitely room for improvement, but she was very proud of him.

"That you will try is kindness enough."

If nothing else, he had learned something useful. Even if it wasn't the best since it was his first time spinning thread, it was something that could be used.

"I'm glad to help. We all have to help each other out right?"

Oh his thread would have a very special use. She would set it away to use in an emergency if her friend was missing and someone needed to find him. Which wouldn't help if they were kidnapped to another place, but she intended to try.

"Indeed. It's a very good philosophy to have. My order, we believe in charity and helping, so it's very much just who I am. And I thought perhaps people would find this more helpful than being taught how to cartwheel."

That was really nice of her and if he knew that's what she would want it for, he would be really flattered by that. He had a tendency of disappearing - according to others - and there had never exactly been an easy way of bringing him back.

He chuckled at her comment. "Well, that is a very good thing to know, but making thread is probably more useful on the whole."

"Being able to make and share joy is its own value," Lark countered. "But yes, the thread will be useful. I promise I shall get you a spindle so you can keep practicing."

And then she could use the thread to make whatever she could. She'd make Shiro a blanket, she decided. When she could.

"That would be great. Thank you. I'll definitely keep practicing this. See how good I can get at it."

He would certainly appreciate that. If the loom didn't work in the end, he would definitely find her a different gift in return.

"I'm certain you will become good a this," she smiled. Of course she couldn't be one hundred percent sure, but Shiro seemed driven to the task and that meant he would master it to a degree.

"Thanks. I'll definitely try. That's the best I can do." So even if he didn't become an expert at it, he at least gave it a shot.

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