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Anairë | The Silmarillion (anaire) wrote in thefeanorians,

Findis was obviously delighted at her brother's assessment. Truth be told, she was well aware that she looked beautiful, but she liked hearing it from the mouths of others. And, well, if her brother was the only one available, well, he would do.

"Yes, yes, very well. Seamstress, you have done your job well, and I am glad for it. But I think that my brother is right and you should start at once on the dresses for my ladies. We have discussed the pattern already, and the colors, I believe, and I believe that you will still have enough time to finish if you work nights too. Which, I'm sure you will."

Anairë nodded, her eyes distant a moment as she did the calculations of how much time she would need for how many dresses.

"You may go now, Amarië," she said, not realizing she had butchered the girls name, but caring even less. "I shall call for you when you are needed again, or I shall send my girls to your shop - house - whatever it may be."

She dismissed her with a rather imperious gesture, and Anairë flushed again and curtsied, unable to keep her ears from falling slightly in embarrassment. She was but a servant in the house, and for a moment, teasing with the prince, she had allowed herself to stray a bit beyond her station, and the princess had seen that quelled at once.