Who: Torvi & Rhysand Where: the Settlement When: a few days ago What: homemade clothing Warnings: none Status: completed gdoc
Torvi had sent him a message telling him the clothes he wanted were almost ready but she needed him to come in to try them on. She was good at measuring without a tape or anything. She'd never had one before, after all.
She'd put together a few shirts in various colors she thought would compliment him, pants suited for the Settlement and town. She tapped her fingers on her arm, turning to grab a leather belt off a hanger. The weaving barn was near her home with Bjorn and was packed with yarn, linen, fabric, looms and more, cozy and smelled of clove and cinnamon.
She looked up at the door ss he came in. “Perfect timing!”
Rhys pushed open the door and tentatively stepped inside. Though it was unlike him to be so hesitant, the clothing here provided a new experience. He could continue to wear and superficially clean the items he owned, but he found he was really rather tired of the suit. It didn’t seem to fit the location he was in now.
All the way in the space, Rhys shut the door behind him and smiled at Torvi. The space smelled warm and comfortable and he allowed himself to relax. “My timing is always perfect,” Rhys commented with the smile turning to a smirk and the confidence rearing its head. “Thank you for letting me know things are ready. I look forward to seeing what you’ve created.”
“They aren't as fancy as you arrived in, but I didn't figure you'd really want that either, not here, at least.” she handed him the bundle, it had multiple shirts both in a modern style and a couple long sleeve tunics like Bjorn had. They were all super soft linen, with embroidered details. Dark thread on the pale ones depicting the night sky. On the dark ones, silver thread.
The pants were a more modern trouser, soft doeskin leather for two pairs and a cotton for two. Both were dark with good pocket space and loops for belts. She added a Norse belt to the mix.
“I figured for socks and underthings the modern ones you can buy in town are much more comfortable than anything I could make. Try these on and see how they fit so I can adjust if needed!”
“If I wanted fancy clothing, I’d continue to attempt to clean this suit,” Rhys said, gesturing at the clothing he was currently wearing. “There’s nothing wrong with it, but it doesn’t seem to have a place in this world. I’d rather be comfortable.”
With gratitude, Rhys took the bundle and nodded. “I think you are right about the socks etc,” he commented and then set down the bundle and began to remove his jacket and shirt, figuring he should change right there.
Torvi only smiled, “we did not have such things. So they are rather novel. I would not wish to wear one or make Bjorn wear one, though.” She laughed a touch, she was all smiles as friendliness.
She took his jacket and hung it up neatly on a hook before turning get back and giving him privacy, while still remaining within earshot. “Please let me know how things feel, too.”
Rhys was pleased with her friendliness. It reminded him of the people of his home and their willingness to share their skills with him. “It is a mark of the station that I hold,” Rhys admitted as he touched each of the shirts and trousers, all of them appealing to his senses. Rhys appreciated good fabric and the feel of them against his skin.
Rhys tugged on the shirt, the black ink of his markings against his skin standing in sharp relief before it disappeared beneath the fabric. At ease with his own skin, Rhys shed his trousers without concern and tugged on the leather trousers. They fit well aside from the length. The shirt was perfect. Perhaps some would consider it too tight, but Rhys appreciated its tightness against his skin.
“What do you think?” Rhys inquired, stroking a hand down his arm as he added, “The fabrics are amazing - so perfect. You must have sensed my appreciation of things that feel well against my skin.”
Once she was sure he was done she turned and walked around him, fingers plucking lightly at hems, never touching him but enough to ensure her work was right. “I have a good eye.” she might be somewhat humble but she knew her skills well enough to be proud of them. “They fit well, I am rather pleased to see that. I had guessed.”
She put her hands on her hips as she stopped before him again. “Mm. Well, I have an appreciation for fine fabrics this era allows me to create and weave, why would I not use them?” Torvi grinned a little, “I have found they are much more forgiving than those of my era.” she nodded a touch, satisfied.
“Do you mind the shirts being so well fitted?” she asked after a moment, noting it. “I appear to have underestimated there.” she wrinkled her nose in thought before smiling again, “If you like them, we can choose colors you prefer rather than my guesses, for future pieces.”:
“You are quite talented,” Rhys said. He admired the skills of those who could do things that he could not even imagine. His hands again trailed over the fabric and a smile creased his face. It was perfect. The sensation of clean and soft clothing against his skin was ideal. “You have chosen well. It is a talent I don’t have.”
Rhys considered the shirt. “Well it is like the other one so I don’t think it is a misjudgement in the slightest. If you looked at how I wore other things, it would have been no stretch of the thought process to assume I would want something similiar.”
He flexed his arms slightly and considered it. “Do people not wear clothing in this way? Perhaps it should be looser if that is more appropriate.” Rhys did not wish to offend anyone.
Torvi nodded a bit, “oh no plenty of people wear things well fitted. I was just making sure you liked them that way.” She smiled at him, warm and kind, she was tougher than she looked but she gave off a kinder air.
“I am glad you like them. They'll last you awhile, too, unless you are like Sigrùn, ever getting her things torn.” She shook her head. She couldn't understand her.
“If you want anything else please let me know? I would be happy to make whatever you need” she paused then. “It is a skill my people needed, really. We had none of this modern stuff.”
Rhys responded to her kindness. It was something that he had seen far too rarely in his long life. It was hard to believe, but kindness and love were not often a part of Fae life.
Again his hand trailed along the fabrics as he appreciated their fineness and how well they were made. “I can feel how well made they are, how strong,” Rhys commented and nodded with definite like. “These are amazing. I can’t wait to wear them. I am delighted. You are quite talented.”
He bowed slightly to her, showing his gratitude. “What can I do to repay for such generosity?”
Torvi was kind until you threatened her people and her home. She was trained by one of the toughest women she knew. She could be both kind or without mercy.
“I'm glad that you enjoy them.” She moved to pick up a slip of paper with a small pouch, and offered it out to him.
“When you next go into town to the library, the shops listed have packages for me. The pouch has the money I owe for them. Could you pick them up for me? There is no rush so just when you return to the library.” She'd already had what she needed in return ready, it seemed.
“I’m more than happy to do that,” Rhys said, pleased that there was an option for him to be able to help. He took the list and the money without any further quieries, reading through the listed items and nodding with understanding. “I will be sure to do it as soon as I can and deliver what you need. Feel free to ask again.”
Torvi smiled warmly, “Good! I'm glad that it isn't top troublesome.” She laughed as she tucked away things. “is there any other items you need I could make?”
She was looking around, thinking, she might be able to figure things out. She smiled back up at him, “just ask, aye?”
“I don’t think I need anything else,” Rhys said after a moment and gave a shake of his head. “I will let you know if think of anything that I need. I really appreciate you hurrying these things out. It’s such a pleasure to have new clean things to wear.” He offered her a bright smile again, collecting all the things she had made for him.
She nodded, “I am sure it is. I would not wish to be stuck in the same clothes all the time.I'm glad they fit well.” Torvi smiled again then made a shooing motion with her hand. “I have work to do unless you need anything. This wool won't spin itself, you know.”
It was gentle teasing, and accompanied with a small smirk..”dinner will be roast pig, by the way, and around seven tonite.”
“I will be there for that as well,” Rhys said, a smile creasing his features as he headed out, clothing all gathered up and the list and funds all together. He hummed happily with delight, finally feeling like he was completely at home.