If one were to describe how the Tailor felt about lecture, perhaps the closest word one could use was illuminated.
They had been taking notes diligently, if a little uneasy as they were suddenly reminded that yes, this week was about personal application, and they hadn't been able to give it as much thought at they had meant to. But then, oh, then--
Then the Academic had said the word textile, and the Tailor's eyes had gone very, very wide with interest.
(That was an option? That was an option?!?!?! What fabric could maintain Correspondence? How could it be applied? What would it do? Oh the things one could SAY with clothing, and with Correspondence being a language of nature, what could it say about the wearer, and, and, this was a THING they could MAKE? With their HANDS???)
They'd forced themself to lock back into note taking, but a very large portion of their mind was preoccupied with "where are the textiles, what are they, can I see them, oooooh please I want to see them". They worried at their lower lip, trying to focus on the terminology and logistics. In full caps they wrote the word: TRANSCHROMATOR. They underlined it twice. Left a note: needs a license.
That was the correct category, right? Because clothing was a type of language, at the end of the day. Another note: (Double check this is right!!)
Their scribbling was almost frantic for its enthusiasm. They were struck with the sweet sensation they had experienced when their little pencil sketches had been approved of by their soon-to-be-master, when they had paddled out to zee with pounds upon pounds of bait to try to lure out a massive beast and complete their rite. It was the warmth of ambition.
They could throw themself into this. Impress the Emissary enough to be pointed into the fields where they would properly flourish. Dress the finest and the strangest in the Neath. They could fulfill their title and set new trends in fashion. They... might be getting a little ahead of themself.
But hey, they liked to dream big.
Following the note taking, the Tailor tried to suppress just how overt their newfound enthusiasm was when they got to their feet and approached the Academic's sitting area. Their notebook was still tight in their hands--they'd forgotten to set it down in their eagerness. Now was certainly not the time to be shy, but were they too eager? Was it foolish?
"Emissary? You said that Correspondence could be expressed through the textile, did I understand that right? I thought I should clarify, because--" (because they loved their work, because they wanted to be able to apply this to their work, because if it was possible) "--I was under the impression trying to apply it to something like fabric could be disastrous. But if not, then I'm--" (desperately eager to know more) "--extremely interested in pursuing that field. Clothing is an incredibly versatile language with layers, and," (control, find control) "I know you already understand that very well." (Flattery! Play up the flattery! Also, it's just generally true! Have you SEEN how this individual dresses?)
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Re: Time With the Teacher
Date: 2025-07-01 07:43 am (UTC)They had been taking notes diligently, if a little uneasy as they were suddenly reminded that yes, this week was about personal application, and they hadn't been able to give it as much thought at they had meant to. But then, oh, then--
Then the Academic had said the word textile, and the Tailor's eyes had gone very, very wide with interest.
(That was an option? That was an option?!?!?! What fabric could maintain Correspondence? How could it be applied? What would it do? Oh the things one could SAY with clothing, and with Correspondence being a language of nature, what could it say about the wearer, and, and, this was a THING they could MAKE? With their HANDS???)
They'd forced themself to lock back into note taking, but a very large portion of their mind was preoccupied with "where are the textiles, what are they, can I see them, oooooh please I want to see them". They worried at their lower lip, trying to focus on the terminology and logistics. In full caps they wrote the word: TRANSCHROMATOR. They underlined it twice. Left a note: needs a license.
That was the correct category, right? Because clothing was a type of language, at the end of the day. Another note: (Double check this is right!!)
Their scribbling was almost frantic for its enthusiasm. They were struck with the sweet sensation they had experienced when their little pencil sketches had been approved of by their soon-to-be-master, when they had paddled out to zee with pounds upon pounds of bait to try to lure out a massive beast and complete their rite. It was the warmth of ambition.
They could throw themself into this. Impress the Emissary enough to be pointed into the fields where they would properly flourish. Dress the finest and the strangest in the Neath. They could fulfill their title and set new trends in fashion. They... might be getting a little ahead of themself.
But hey, they liked to dream big.
Following the note taking, the Tailor tried to suppress just how overt their newfound enthusiasm was when they got to their feet and approached the Academic's sitting area. Their notebook was still tight in their hands--they'd forgotten to set it down in their eagerness. Now was certainly not the time to be shy, but were they too eager? Was it foolish?
"Emissary? You said that Correspondence could be expressed through the textile, did I understand that right? I thought I should clarify, because--" (because they loved their work, because they wanted to be able to apply this to their work, because if it was possible) "--I was under the impression trying to apply it to something like fabric could be disastrous. But if not, then I'm--" (desperately eager to know more) "--extremely interested in pursuing that field. Clothing is an incredibly versatile language with layers, and," (control, find control) "I know you already understand that very well." (Flattery! Play up the flattery! Also, it's just generally true! Have you SEEN how this individual dresses?)