[ That makes her smile, pleased to hear so. ] As do mine. We value vibrancy in all things.
[ Carefully, she takes out from a small bag a series of folded squares of cloth. Mock-ups of patterns, weaves and fabric. Things she has poured over making for hours upon hours even for so little.
Because if what she wears now is vibrant, what she holds in her hands is a riot of colour. Fabric is woven densely into tight, geometrically interlocking patterns, others are not patterned except for wide borders of gold, but instead is one block brilliant colour that is tightly packed with the same gold, that as it moved, it shifted between light and dark hues like water shimmering, two colours all at once. The material below it, the same bright purple, but this one woven with patterns that varied in size.
The last of the set, she fishes out is a different sort of design again. But that one, in particular, she has gone even further - the patterns in sections were lifted up - woven in mirrors that shimmered and reflected the light. Embroidered as she said - not in gold thread, but in fine metal that is beaten flat, in places worked with beads.
All of it vibrant, no one colour made to be lesser, softened or the edge taken off as she holds it between her battle-scarred fingers. ] There are many more, and with some time I could make them. Nor am I the most skilled in all of them, and I have been at war too long to be truly deft in the art as I once was, but... these are but the kinds I was taught to make. My husband had... elegant tastes. I did my best to provide for them.
[ It's a little fond, that clear image of her husband still after all these years. A proud, well-dressed man. In brilliant gold, white and blue. Stung with pearls, holding the sword of the state against his side as he talked to her in her mind's eye. Truly cosmopolitan and possessing of a self-respect that let him move with a deft hand. ] I hope you can understand from seeing this why I say that my homeland's fabric is sought all the world over by Kings and Queens. I do not think it will change much here.
[ A little play, as she tries not to bite at it, nobles did not change much, it seemed. ]
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[ Carefully, she takes out from a small bag a series of folded squares of cloth. Mock-ups of patterns, weaves and fabric. Things she has poured over making for hours upon hours even for so little.
Because if what she wears now is vibrant, what she holds in her hands is a riot of colour. Fabric is woven densely into tight, geometrically interlocking patterns, others are not patterned except for wide borders of gold, but instead is one block brilliant colour that is tightly packed with the same gold, that as it moved, it shifted between light and dark hues like water shimmering, two colours all at once. The material below it, the same bright purple, but this one woven with patterns that varied in size.
The last of the set, she fishes out is a different sort of design again. But that one, in particular, she has gone even further - the patterns in sections were lifted up - woven in mirrors that shimmered and reflected the light. Embroidered as she said - not in gold thread, but in fine metal that is beaten flat, in places worked with beads.
All of it vibrant, no one colour made to be lesser, softened or the edge taken off as she holds it between her battle-scarred fingers. ] There are many more, and with some time I could make them. Nor am I the most skilled in all of them, and I have been at war too long to be truly deft in the art as I once was, but... these are but the kinds I was taught to make. My husband had... elegant tastes. I did my best to provide for them.
[ It's a little fond, that clear image of her husband still after all these years. A proud, well-dressed man. In brilliant gold, white and blue. Stung with pearls, holding the sword of the state against his side as he talked to her in her mind's eye. Truly cosmopolitan and possessing of a self-respect that let him move with a deft hand. ] I hope you can understand from seeing this why I say that my homeland's fabric is sought all the world over by Kings and Queens. I do not think it will change much here.
[ A little play, as she tries not to bite at it, nobles did not change much, it seemed. ]