"I'll try an' tone it down for th'party so I don't cut anyone on accident," he promised her smugly. They both knew that the one most likely to get nicked was, of course, himself... but he didn't have to admit it!
He nodded at her mention of students, having heard from his sister Dierdre about the Academy's useful side effect. Overheating was almost as dangerous as freezing in Halo, where sweat could become trapped beneath layers of insulating clothing, causing dehydration and increasing the danger of frostbite if those layers were discarded in an attempt to cool off. It was a delicate balance for those who didn't have magic to help ease the burden in one way or another.
Tal peered over Hotaru's shoulder as she marked out the pattern, managing to stay out of her way - barely - and pouncing in the moment she sat back to survey her work. He flashed her a grin and rolled up his sleeves theatrically before reaching for the shears. "I'll have it done by th'time y'get back," he boasted.
And he almost did, finishing up the last few, careful snips as she returned. For all his sloppiness with words his hands were deft and sure after years of repairing clothing on the trail and sewing replacement booties for the sled team. His cutting was clean and even, and the lines were straight and relatively true. "If y'can spot me a needle an' thread, I can get workin' on stitchin' the lining in while you work on yours?" A request made as he reached for a teacup with a lopsided grin of understanding how eager Ru probably was to begin on her own finery.
He nodded at her mention of students, having heard from his sister Dierdre about the Academy's useful side effect. Overheating was almost as dangerous as freezing in Halo, where sweat could become trapped beneath layers of insulating clothing, causing dehydration and increasing the danger of frostbite if those layers were discarded in an attempt to cool off. It was a delicate balance for those who didn't have magic to help ease the burden in one way or another.
Tal peered over Hotaru's shoulder as she marked out the pattern, managing to stay out of her way - barely - and pouncing in the moment she sat back to survey her work. He flashed her a grin and rolled up his sleeves theatrically before reaching for the shears. "I'll have it done by th'time y'get back," he boasted.
And he almost did, finishing up the last few, careful snips as she returned. For all his sloppiness with words his hands were deft and sure after years of repairing clothing on the trail and sewing replacement booties for the sled team. His cutting was clean and even, and the lines were straight and relatively true. "If y'can spot me a needle an' thread, I can get workin' on stitchin' the lining in while you work on yours?" A request made as he reached for a teacup with a lopsided grin of understanding how eager Ru probably was to begin on her own finery.
