Andlátkyn; Vandr Sanses unin Alagaësia

Starchild

Nasuada was glancing up every now and then to admire the speed and agility with which Error was knitting, having had centuries' worth of practice with all realms of knitting and sowing.

He was busy working on a pattern in needle lace with his strings when Nasuada put down her pen and folded her hands. Error looked up, glasses sitting on his face as he had been focusing on the details of the pattern. "Something the matter?" He asked innocently.

"Would you like to help the Du Vrangr Gata? Your patterns and abilities would be of incredible use there. That lace is remarkable." She indicated his work. Error glanced at it, shrugging. "The thought did cross my mind. Though I doubt they would appreciate my presence there."
She held her pen, bouncing it in her hand thoughtfully. "Aside from how you think they would feel; do you believe you could be of use among them?"
He leaned back in his chair. "Barring their reactions to me? I'd be more than an asset. I can listen through my strings. Weave them into fabric going to nobles and those of high position I can receive reliable information on the plots of the Empire; no one would suspect their very clothes."

He removed his glasses, folding them up and placing them on the desk. "It would also greatly increase mobility. Wherever my strings go, I can teleport. If done correctly, I can help transport the entire Varden instantaneously; I have the power and the means of doing so are there. However, not only would I advise we wait until Orrin has his troops ready and the dwarves are here, otherwise we could get ourselves killed by the actions."
He left the dress in his lap, folding his hands.

Nasuada sat there for a moment before responding. "I'll need more time to consider more of the implications, but as of now the good far outweighs the negatives; I would like you to add your assistance to the Du Vrangr Gata, explain your reasons to Trianna should you need to. It would be appreciated."
Error stared at her for a long moment. Then he put his glasses back on, picking up his bone needles. "If you don't mind, I'd like to finish this first. I doubt lords and ladies will be buying our wares immediately, after all."
She stiffened, then relented. "You make a good point, Lord Error."

He stopped stitching, looking back up as she returned to her paperwork.
"Nasuada, I'm serious. It will only take me a few hours to complete this. Your welfare is more important than the assistance of the Du Vrangr Gata. You're the leader of the Varden. As you said to Farica earlier, you shouldn't be wearing patched up clothes before Orrin and his nobles. As curious as I am to see the fruits of her labor, I'd like to supplement it with my own. It's too hot down here in Surda for you." He lifted the dress. "This will look proper given the fashion here while keeping you cool. You need it, and there's no convincing me otherwise."

Without waiting for her response, he returned to the dress. A bit of silence lay between them.
"You honor me, giving me the work of your own hands."
He felt his face soften. "It's nothing. I love making clothes, dolls and other knickknacks. Brings me a certain amount of peace. And if I can put it to valuable use then I will, no questions asked."
To that, Nasuada had no response.

The silence was filled with the sounds of needles clicking and pen on paper.
Distantly, the cries of shopkeepers, horses, and other natural ambiance reached them.
Eventually Nasuada finished her work, sighing tiredly and leaning back in her seat, hanging her hands off the sides wearily. Error finished the black veil to drape over the skirt, the blooming roses and hearts of lace standing in high relief. He moved on to sowing the royal blue skirt itself, thinking about making a second dress already, except with purple; the color of the Varden.

"Ma'am?" Error glanced up, having not noticed the intruder that bowed at him while calling to Nasuada.
"You're needed, Ma'am."
"What?" She quested wearily, blinking at him as he entered and bowed.
Then Error recognized him. "Jörmundur!"
"Welcome, Jörmundur. How is your son today?" Nasuada asked.
"Yes, how's Jarsha?" Error asked eagerly, having found he really liked the kid.