Fashionable and Fluent

[stitch_witch]

WHO: Lark, Open
WHERE: NG-102 Fabric Markets, Clothing Repair Shop, Around
WHAT: Purchases, Working, and Offered Translation Services
WHEN: March
WARNINGS: None, Lark is just wholesome

I. To Garb A Nation

It seemed like it was only once a year where Lark might actually acquire a large amount of the materials she needs to make sure that people don't have to worry about clothes. So when she finds the markets, her heart full with joy. She moves to find things that breathe, and things that will be warm. She runs her fingers over the softness of one bolt and makes a delighted noise over the color of another.

Then she's quite happy when she catches sight of someone out of the corner of her eyes.

"Come here," she calls to the fellow He Rows. "I want to see how this color would look against your complexion."

II. Not The Oldest Business In History, But Close

There is much to be acquired to make life on Temba easier, as well as to help the Agrii. So really, it's no shock that Lark went to find work as soon as she could. It happens because of a simple thing she does out of a kindness. A young girl with skin like stone clad in something like a stiff skirt of lace, rumbling sadly because of a large tear that means it's half falling off. So Lark had gone to help.

And now here she was, smiling and humming to herself as she runs her needle quickly and nimbly through a beautifully embroidered shawl. The bits she can easily do with thread and needle are done that way first. But her magic is weaving into the things as well, repairing threads she can't replace, setting things right, and strengthening them. In exchange trinkets and baubles are piling up in a small container at her side. Where she'll turn these into supplies she doesn't know. Nor how. Trading things from the Temple she had understood. These things? Dear lord she was not prepared for it.

But seeing someone else there, it makes her smile. A half-familiar face.

"Good afternoon. If it is afternoon," she says warmly, hands still working on the garment she'd fixing. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to do me a favor."

III. Language Pulls Us Together

The Living Circle Temples were often places where people of many places, many different cultures came together. The quartet of children she had seen off into the world most recently had been a great example of that. A young noblewoman who was a world traveler, a young Trader girl, a street rat from a distant city, and of course a daughter of a merchant family. That was before you even considered the difference between Lark and her partner Rosethorn, or any of the children's various masters. And one thing Lark had seen many times over the years was that the way that languages, be they slang or entirely different tongues, interacted was interesting. Words that were useful, words that didn't change over family groups, words that were deemed worthy of slang...

Really, it was all so very intriguing. And perhaps that just made the communications datapoint that much mroe pleasing to Lark now, as she walked through the corridors of the ship. As she went her fingers worked at a sturdy looking twine, measuring and knotting as she walks. A map in string form.

When she comes to a stop it is because she catches sight of someone passingly familiar. Someone from the ships. Were they trying to talk to someone? How interesting. She turns to start making her way toward them.

IV. Wildcard
[OOC: Want to do something else with Lark? Reach out to me with a direct message, or on Plurk or Discord and we can talk about it. Or just throw something randomly at me (though in some ways III also works for that.]