( He finally finds the one he'd rolled up, one of a handful likewise bound in a thin string. It's blue, darker than the shades he favours (he's not an elder Lan, really, light blues are his due, barely enough to hint at baby blues), but once he has it out, he sets the rest of his gathered ribbons and the few bundled ones down on a nearby surface. )
I thought I remembered that.
( But who is to say, his memory is not a perfect thing, even only months old. He walks back over, handing Inigo the bundled ribbon tied with string. )
For you.
( If he unties that string, spanning the ribbon out between his fingers, he'll find it long, sewn at the edges as to not tatter, and at its centre, an embroidered dragon.
It's not the most elegant work. It's not the most crude, either, but it's awkward, Jingyi trying to imagine a dragon different from what he is, and ending up with a long bodied, still horned creature without the fur, none of his mane, and wings spanning off shoulders. The work is small, and it's hard to tell if those wings are batlike or birdlike, only that they exist, and worked into the stitching are characters that, translating, speak to cleanliness, protection, and strength. Cleanliness and strength for the ribbon, and protection for its wearer. )
I'm not about to be employed for my embroidery skills.
( But he's trying, still, making ribbons for friends because there are too many hours and not enough ways to give him a restive focus. )
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( He finally finds the one he'd rolled up, one of a handful likewise bound in a thin string. It's blue, darker than the shades he favours (he's not an elder Lan, really, light blues are his due, barely enough to hint at baby blues), but once he has it out, he sets the rest of his gathered ribbons and the few bundled ones down on a nearby surface. )
I thought I remembered that.
( But who is to say, his memory is not a perfect thing, even only months old. He walks back over, handing Inigo the bundled ribbon tied with string. )
For you.
( If he unties that string, spanning the ribbon out between his fingers, he'll find it long, sewn at the edges as to not tatter, and at its centre, an embroidered dragon.
It's not the most elegant work. It's not the most crude, either, but it's awkward, Jingyi trying to imagine a dragon different from what he is, and ending up with a long bodied, still horned creature without the fur, none of his mane, and wings spanning off shoulders. The work is small, and it's hard to tell if those wings are batlike or birdlike, only that they exist, and worked into the stitching are characters that, translating, speak to cleanliness, protection, and strength. Cleanliness and strength for the ribbon, and protection for its wearer. )
I'm not about to be employed for my embroidery skills.
( But he's trying, still, making ribbons for friends because there are too many hours and not enough ways to give him a restive focus. )