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Ever since Sandry had arrived, Daja's forge had begun to take on a new life. For the past few days, Daja had been focused entirely on doing everything she could to help Sandry settle in; even her work at the forge at been practically abandoned.

Perhaps one day, Tris and Briar would make this place home, and their family could all be together again.

But for now, Daja was content to simply have the company of her sister-saati, as they settled down for an afternoon cup of tea. "I bought this on a planet called XaXing," she explained, as she brought two steaming cups of tea over to the kitchen table where Sandry was sitting. "It's not as good as Trader tea, of course, but it's still lovely."

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With the overwhelming everything that was Stacy, Sandry found it comforting to just sit in the small kitchen. It was almost normal, the two of them having tea like this. Tris and Briar could have been just in the other room, or out meditating where they liked best.

"That man mentioned the planet, I believe," the noble thought aloud, trying to remember her exact conversation with Jamie. "There was some material bought there as well, though it didn't sound like much." Cloth was cloth, though, and even if they had barely gotten a swatch of fabric she would still give anything to explore material from another planet.

Oh, but the tea. Sandry took her cup of tea and placed it on the table while she waited for Daja to sit. "It smells wonderful," she agreed. "How often does Stacy stop at planets like that?"

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"Oh! That reminds me of something," Daja said, not sitting down just yet. "Just a moment," she added, before disappearing off to another room for a moment.

She'd been so busy trying to teach Sandry everything she needed to know that she hadn't quite remembered that she had something for her sister. A moment later, she reappeared at the doorway - a roll of cloth in her arms.

"I bought this on XaXing as well," she said, holding it out for Sandry to take. "You weren't here, but I hoped that maybe one day, you'd wake up and I could give this to you. Stacy often stops at planets, but we don't always have the opportunity to buy the things we need. I have a few others as well, stored away."

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Daja was off and running to the other room before Sandry could brain a reply. The noble blinked at her tea, then at the door Daja had vanished through. And confusion at her foster sister's sudden disappearance gave way to pure excitement at the sight of the cloth.

"Oh, Daja! Just look at it!" Sandry jumped up from her chair, gladly taking the bolt for close inspection. The fibers of the cloth seemed to jump at her touch, reacting to the burst of energy. Just as quickly, Sandry remembered her manners and settled down. She carefully reminding the cloth to do the same, then settled again in her chair with the roll of fabric on her lap. "It's lovely," she smiled at Daja. "And there's more of it?"

[fireforger]

Daja's heart grew warm at the sight of Sandry's joy, and she thanks Trader Koma and Bookkeeper Oti that she had had the foresight to but the cloth when she'd had the opportunity. She settled down into her own chair as well, smiling over at her sister.

"Yes, there's more - I picked up a few different kinds. Cloth can be hard to come across on the ship, and the last time...well, when you were here before, I know that you missed having thread around you so much. With luck, by the time you run out, we'll have been able to pick up some more cloth at another planet."

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The idea of being able to find cloth not just from other lands, but from other planets, sat very well with Sandry. There were so many possibilities from home alone, and no telling at all what others might do for their own clothes--if they wore clothes, at least.

Glad that Daja had finally taken her seat, Sandry settled the bolt of fabric comfortably in her lap and stroked it thoughtfully. "I remember hearing that there wasn't much, but someone did mention animals on the ship as well. Do you think there might be anything sheep-like?" If there was, and Sandry was allowed, there might be more cloth than people thought.

[fireforger]

Sometime, Daja would have to show Sandry some of the wondrous metals she had bought for herself. For many of them she still didn't know their full potential, but it was a joy to explore and experiment with such new and unusual metals.

"Yes, I do believe that some crew members bought livestock on XaXing as well," Daja said, taking a sip from her tea, thinking about what she knew of the crew's purchases. "I'm afraid I don't what kinds of animals they acquired, though. But I am sure if you ask, someone will be able to tell you - the omnicomms are very useful for that, in fact. Did you know that they are able to send messages out to the entire crew?"

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The front door to the forge opened, and there was a telltale clunk of metal on the floor that signaled who it was.

Hiccup peeked his head into where they were having tea.

"Hi Daja, I'm here to finish my--oh, who's this?"

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Sandry could only imagine that her own exploration of the fabric would be as exciting and informational as Daja's experiments. She had no doubt they would be, especially with so many possible resources.

"It wouldn't hurt a thing to check and see," she mused, then paused to look carefully at the omnicomm on the table nearby. "I can't really say I know much of what they do. I sent a message on them before, but I can't say I knew exactly who it was going to find..." Curious things, those little boxes.

Her head popped up at the sound of the door opening, and Sandry looked and the individual she could only guess to be Daja's charge. "Oh, hello!" she smiled at him, rising from her chair. "I'm Sandry--you must be Hiccup?"

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"I'll teach you," Daja reassured Sandry. She was by no means an expert, but by now she had managed to gain a solid understanding of how to use the omnicomms, at the very least.

At Hiccup's arrival, Daja smiled and rose to her feet as well. "Yes - Sandry, meet my apprentice Hiccup. Hiccup, this is my sister, Sandrilene fa Toren." Her sister and her apprentice - Daja had been looking forward to introducing these two to each other.

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Hiccup held out his hand to shake Sandry's.

"It's a pleasure," he said. "I wish I could tell you I have fun, embarrassing stories to tell about your sister, but it's more the other way around. She's got all the goods on me--like the time when I tripped and fell into the slack tub."

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"Apprentices aren't allowed to tell embarrassing stories about their masters," Daja said, grinning. Although she half dreaded Sandry's response - Hiccup might not have any embarrassing stories about her, but Sandry certainly did.

Even so - she'd already told Hiccup quite a bit about her family. She was glad that he was now able to meet one of them in person.

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Sandry politely took Hiccup's hand in greeting, eyes darting momentarily to take in his clothing. A quick, harmless habit, but oftentimes clothing told her more about a person than the individual would ever tell her his or herself.

"It's wonderful to meet you as well," she replied, eying Daja carefully. Lowering her voice to a more conspiratorial tone, she smiled at Hiccup, "And don't you worry, I'm sure there are many stories the two of us could share at some point or another. I seem to remember quite a few from growing up with Daja."

Toothless, next tag?

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

His clothes were rather simple, humble, but colorful. He wore a sleeveless maroon tunic, dark brown woolen leggings, a thick leather belt, and a simple brown lace-up boot on his right foot. He carried a knife in a sheathe on that belt, as well as a holstered handgun. He didn't seem to have much refinement with his appearance, however. The tunic was solidly made, but not exactly beautiful, with some rough hems in places.

Clearly, this was someone that liked bright colors but took a very utilitarian approach to clothing.

The automail leg was far more intricately designed than anything else he was wearing. So was the leatherwork of the sheathe and the belt. He didn't care much about what he wore, but he did care when it came to any of his crafts, so any leather or metal he wore was much better-crafted.

"Oho, these I'd like to hear."