Ever True
“I’ll add the fact that pants do not, in fact, come in just ‘tall’ to the list of things I’ve learned today then.” Grisha chuckled, though he felt strangely nervous about the idea of reading off his own measurements to her. In another life, he probably still wouldn’t have had a clue how to do what she was asking. His mother had been a spacer, and there hadn’t been any force attunement in him, he probably would’ve followed in her footsteps, trading fine robes for dingy flight suits.
In short, it was a good thing he had her there to help, or he’d have been lost no matter what he was.
Grisha took the measuring tape with a slight, but confused smile, listening to Iayn as she explained where and what to measure, his eyes following a little too closely as she went for the pen, though he shot them forward the moment he realized, hoping no flush of red had found its way back to him. If it was a game to see who made the other’s cheeks go red more, Grisha didn’t intend to lose.
First Grisha took the tape, wrapped it around his hips, and called out the measurement to her. Then, he shrugged back off the top section of the robe, and called out the measurements of his shoulders, though he handled the measuring tape with a deal less grace than he did a lightsaber.
“I always thought it was easier than this. Just grabbing something in a small, medium or a large.” He mused, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. Grisha felt compelled to change the subject, to keep any further attention off his own inexperience.
“Who taught you all the magic by the way? I’ve never seen anything like it before. If you don’t mind me asking.” There was a trace of wonder in the inquiry, Grisha had thought he knew almost all there was to know about utilizing the force, but everything from the voice in his mind to the illusionary glamor was new to him. He’d heard of witches and their power, but only as an extension of the Dark Side. She didn’t seem dark to him.
Iayn Dystraay
In short, it was a good thing he had her there to help, or he’d have been lost no matter what he was.
Grisha took the measuring tape with a slight, but confused smile, listening to Iayn as she explained where and what to measure, his eyes following a little too closely as she went for the pen, though he shot them forward the moment he realized, hoping no flush of red had found its way back to him. If it was a game to see who made the other’s cheeks go red more, Grisha didn’t intend to lose.
First Grisha took the tape, wrapped it around his hips, and called out the measurement to her. Then, he shrugged back off the top section of the robe, and called out the measurements of his shoulders, though he handled the measuring tape with a deal less grace than he did a lightsaber.
“I always thought it was easier than this. Just grabbing something in a small, medium or a large.” He mused, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. Grisha felt compelled to change the subject, to keep any further attention off his own inexperience.
“Who taught you all the magic by the way? I’ve never seen anything like it before. If you don’t mind me asking.” There was a trace of wonder in the inquiry, Grisha had thought he knew almost all there was to know about utilizing the force, but everything from the voice in his mind to the illusionary glamor was new to him. He’d heard of witches and their power, but only as an extension of the Dark Side. She didn’t seem dark to him.
