With an ear tuned best as it could be to the door at the front of the room, and personal notebook already in hand, by the time their professor had entered the room the Tailor was already taking notes.
(The handwriting was still untidy and the text itself was cryptic and appeared to be shorthand. Some of it was. More information was likely to be gleaned from the left-hand page, series of sketches of articles clothing and their theorized constructions. If one was inclined to look round the room and use their brain, they'd quickly realize these sketches were quick reproductions of what some of the other people in attendance were wearing.)
While the professor in question was no stranger to the Tailor by name, there had never been a formal space in which the both of them had been in attendance. The Academic was a client of their employer--the Tailor had watched their master draft and cut patterns for the esteemed individual's wardrobe and their more experienced colleagues craft the garments. At most, the Tailor had had the privilege of wrapping and delivering some of the finished works to the door, handing them to the servants, before exiting the Bazaar and crossing to the side streets where the shop was, by rooftop, as was their habit.
It had been on rooftop that they had seen the Academic first, and from above, the Emissary was still striking--but the effect was quite different when one was seated and their professor dwarfed them. Include the intensity of the blaze, quick and hot and just as instantly gone, and the student could see why, now, their master was so demanding about the quality of the work, why he did not allow someone still somewhat green to have a hand in the crafting. Any flaw could be cause for destruction, in a number of ways the Academic might see fit.
Soon they would learn that Correspondence was similar, saved that the destruction was singular and literal. For emphasis, across from their shorthand, they drew a flame. After a thought, they added a mushroom as the object being burned.
They attempted not to snort at the example made of the atomizer, failed terribly, and finally closed their little book to turn the the assignment. Goggles on, for lines, of all things.
Re: Lecture
(The handwriting was still untidy and the text itself was cryptic and appeared to be shorthand. Some of it was. More information was likely to be gleaned from the left-hand page, series of sketches of articles clothing and their theorized constructions. If one was inclined to look round the room and use their brain, they'd quickly realize these sketches were quick reproductions of what some of the other people in attendance were wearing.)
While the professor in question was no stranger to the Tailor by name, there had never been a formal space in which the both of them had been in attendance. The Academic was a client of their employer--the Tailor had watched their master draft and cut patterns for the esteemed individual's wardrobe and their more experienced colleagues craft the garments. At most, the Tailor had had the privilege of wrapping and delivering some of the finished works to the door, handing them to the servants, before exiting the Bazaar and crossing to the side streets where the shop was, by rooftop, as was their habit.
It had been on rooftop that they had seen the Academic first, and from above, the Emissary was still striking--but the effect was quite different when one was seated and their professor dwarfed them. Include the intensity of the blaze, quick and hot and just as instantly gone, and the student could see why, now, their master was so demanding about the quality of the work, why he did not allow someone still somewhat green to have a hand in the crafting. Any flaw could be cause for destruction, in a number of ways the Academic might see fit.
Soon they would learn that Correspondence was similar, saved that the destruction was singular and literal. For emphasis, across from their shorthand, they drew a flame. After a thought, they added a mushroom as the object being burned.
They attempted not to snort at the example made of the atomizer, failed terribly, and finally closed their little book to turn the the assignment. Goggles on, for lines, of all things.