This time, Gentil had the boxes hand delivered to Lusk’s Estate because there were far too many to send through the post or even carry on his own. And to be honest he was a little nervous that there would be some that might not like their new outfits and he wasn’t sure how the new styles would have been taken.
He’d been studying the Pandaren traditions for a while; stitches and histories without actually studying with any of the masters of the craft down south and creating his own stylized theme. Each outfit had three different ways it could be worn and he hoped the versatility of the designs would be just what they needed. He had a fairly good idea what such a profession would need in fashion; he was just a little worried about the aesthetic appeal.
His fingers and wrists ached, all wrapped up in gloves stuffed with mountain silversage that had been softened with a little oil and he sat outside in his little garden while they rested in his lap. He watched his pet hatchling Sky hopping around in circles to chase the seedlings that blew past him in the wind and let the silversage work its magic on his sore hands and besides, the oils would work wonders on his skin.
Twenty boxes! Twenty! Had been sent to Lusk accompanied by the envelope with the cost of his goods and services. He would let them sort out what would belong to who, having used various silks and spellweave cloths to give it a little shimmer. Apart from Lady Whynnoa’s wedding gown, he’d not had such a big project before! Perhaps it was time to slow down on the orders and get back to his own studies.
As always, another finely wrapped box was sent to Riedra with a couple of light and airy dresses for her to wear around the house as her belly grew bigger. This would be the third package he sent to her and he’d not heard anything back but he knew it was a busy time for her. She seemed quite in need of such effects and he was grateful at least to assist her.
Sky trilled a little melody and waddled back to sit down in his basket nest. Gentil chuckled lightly as Sky gave him a look, wondering when the basket shrunk. “Perhaps if you didn’t eat so many treats Dar brings you, you would fit.” Gentil teased. But Sky was oblivious to his chiding and chirped happily at him, curling up for a nap and Gentil was alone with his thoughts again.
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My maturity at it’s finest. *nods*