Please and Thank You

Writers: Heather
Date Posted: 10th June 2025

Characters: Saibra, Saerelli, Lendarin
Description: Saibra puts in the order with Saerelli and Lendarin for new Wing patches. Saerelli is less than pleased.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 1 of Turn 12

Saibra

"I'm sorry, I need you to repeat that order," the Journeywoman Weaver
said, her writing utensil poised above her small pad of paper. "I
thought you said you needed new Wing patches for _all_ dragonriders by
the end of the month."

Saibra's smile was uncommonly chagrined. "Ah, yes, that's correct. I
know it's a large order, but -"

"A large order? That's astronomical!" The weaver's voice was becoming shrill.

The Weyrwoman's lips pursed. She wasn't used to someone talking over her.

Another, older weaver stepped up behind Saerelli, placing a hand on
her shoulder.

"Then I suppose we'd better get all of our apprentices involved as
well. Maybe even outsource some of the order to the Weaver Hall?"
Master Lendarin smiled at the Weyrwoman.

"Thank you, Master Lendarin," Saibra said, addressing him now as Saerelli fumed.

"Of course, Weyrwoman. We'll keep you updated on the progress."

"Here are the sketches of each badge." The goldrider slid a sheaf of
parchment across the table that she'd had Master Esiah from Dolphin
Cove put together for her.

Lendarin glanced down, but barely looked at the designs. "We'll start
work right away, Weyrwoman."

Saibra's lips tilted up marginally. "Thank you, as I said, I know it's
a big ask. I appreciate your time. I'll discuss with Headwoman Oselle
proper payment for the extra time and work."

The Master Weaver walked with Saibra to the door of the
Weavercrafter's workshop. "Of course, Weyrwoman. We're happy to
oblige."

Saerelli watched as the Weyrwoman left. She snatched up the sheaf of
parchment with the patch designs.

"_Lendarin_, really?! Did you even look closely at these?" She
demanded of her husband, waving the parchment around. "Did you see the
hand embroidery and stitching that these will take?! And look at that
scarlet red and deep blue! And what is this? Silver?"

Lendarin practically floated back across the workshop to try and calm
his irate wife. "Yes, my love, it will be a lot of work, but... We're
weavers, it's our job."

Saerelli's nostrils flared. "Yes, it's our 'job' but a _month_? A
_month_?! To make hundreds of these?" She gulped in air, which served
to fuel the flames of her anger. "And why didn't you tell the
Weyrwoman that? You just _rolled over_ and lay down like a rug to be
walked on!"

"Saerelli," his voice was placating. "The order would have been the
same whether we fought against it or not. And if we'd put up too much
of a fuss, the entire order would have been sent to the Weaver Hall,
and then we'd have received no compensation for it. Sometimes with the
'leader types' you just have to smile and nod and let them think
they're having their way.... and then you do it however you want."

She calmed enough to appreciate the sly gleam in her husband's green eyes.

"We will make the badges for the Queen's Wing and Weyrleader's Wing
here. After all, they're seen by people from other Weyrs, too. Just
imagine how people will admire our craftsmanship, and then it will be
_us_ they seek out." Lendarin plucked the sheaf of parchment from
Saerelli's fingers to look it over more closely. "The silver badge
will be difficult. We will outsource it to the Weaver Hall, along with
this deep blue one. I think we can produce all the rest here."

"I still don't like it," Saerelli huffed, but her fire was beginning
to die down. "She didn't even say please. She just _assumed_."

Lendarin chuckled a little. "Well, we are the _Weyr's_ weavercrafters."

"Still, a 'please' and a 'thank you' go a long way."

The Master Weaver wove his hands around his wife's waist. "Then, would
my wife, please, allow me the honor of a kiss?"

Saerelli's lips twitched with humor at the big eyes her husband batted
at her. The rest of her fire melted away as she leaned in and kissed
him.

"Mmmm, thank you," he murmured against her lips.

"We'd better go tell the others. This will take all our hands."
Saerelli said with a sigh of acceptance.

"Truly. No one should expect to receive any new clothing this month."
Lendarin released Saerelli.

"Well, if anyone complains, I'll send them to the Weyrwoman's office,"
Saerelli said with a truly devious smirk.

Lendarin reached down and twined their fingers together. "Thatta' girl."

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