slip stitch with broken strings

Strelein von Rosnete · 01-24-2012, 09:51 PM

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I lol so hard xD

It did look strange, didn't it? Strel eyed the color side by side and kept thinking. They didn't look bad but it was far too muted to work well together in the manor that Caspa wanted it to work in. A ripping sound caught his attention and the woman put a white piece of paper against the coat, beside the thread bobbin. Strel compared the colors together and had to admit he had been in the right. The red was going to be far too subtle against such a background. It was not dark enough and was tinted so it would was too muted, far too muted. The lighter white, kind of yellow, paper stood out sharply in relief to the purple coat. It was a lovely color and the tailor had other shades of yellow and white to use. The thread would make the design but the sequins and beads would do the eye catching. The sharp contrast would stand out and look lovely on the coat of purple. Yes, it would work!

He had not even noticed the dark smudges appearing on his lighter fingers, so engrossed was he in creative thought. Strel blinked absently at the woman as she apologized, mildly confused about what she was saying. It took him a moment to realize she was scrambling to clean off his hand from the marks made, though they somehow seemed to be getting even bigger and darker. "Oh.. that's alright," he said absently, wondering why she was halfway to panicking over a few little smudges. He got them all the time when he worked with charcoal and dyes. His lavender eyes watched the spectacle over his hand, amusement filtering into his look. It was rather entertaining to see her fumble with this, especially since it was obvious that the smudge was not going anywhere. It grew on his hand, and he thankfully moved it away from the coat.

Peering up, the Dauphin suddenly pulled his hand away from Caspa's ministrations and started laughing. Laugh almost sputtering as he tried holding it back, Strel pantomimed pointing at his chin, though he was sure the motion was lost among his twitches on account of the laughter. Snorting, and somehow getting the laughter mildly under control, he rummaged out a small hand held mirror. Shoving it in her face, he stuffed the mirror into her hands as he started laughing again. It was not as strong as before, though he was having a hard time stopping. When was the last time he had laughed so hard over something so terribly silly?

Laughter slowing, Strelein took the rag out of Caspa's hands and hung it before him. He snorted again as he saw the thick lines of charcoal on the rag. A glance at the drawing told him that it was ruined beyond repair and that the rag was now grey from residue. "Oh, lord, Caspa..," he said, voice full of laughter. He took the rag to the small tub and rubbed it in the water almost futilely. It was not coming off so well; a stronger wash was going to be needed but it was certainly useless now. "I think we need a new rag..," he said, almost sounding blank as he said it. Squeezing it out, he showed it to the white woman; it was now a much more grey color than before and the water in the tiny tub swirled black. "And your pelt is white," he said, grimacing, though all in good humor as he chuckled at the woman.

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