Thread: Learning from a master (Cheshire x kuro)

Elizabeth eyes felt grainy as the sun peeked through her bedroom curtains and assaulted her come the morning. She had stayed up late reading about weapons forging so she wouldnt be woefully ignorant during the process. She had no idea how much went into making a weapon and each weapon required different techniques. Her head felt stuffed with cotton it was so full of new information and she was sure she wouldnt remember a thing when she got to the forges. There was a loud knock at the door that made her groan. Come. She called sliding off the bed and into a robe. Ah Madam Seamstress, you came to deliver these yourself? The plump looked as exhausted as she felt. Yes Lady Elizabeth I wanted to be sure everything fit appropriately. I stayed up until the first set was complete ensuring all the details were as you asked. She set the bundle down and yawned, she was so tired she didnt even thing to apologize for any rude manners. Considering Elizabeth could guess how the woman felt at the moment she merely smiled gratefully. Thank you so much for these. Could you possiblyhelp me get them on? She asked holding up the uniform jacket. The seamstress nodded and together they prepared Elizabeth for her first day at the forges. After the woman left with strict instructions to rest for the remainder of the day Elizabeth admired her new clothes in the mirror. The breeches were of a supple tan leather that fit quite snuggly, at the top covering her hips and bottom was the specially designed short skirt the seamstress designed. It was actually quite flattering and allowed her to move and stretch as if she werent wearing won at all. The leather of that was slightly darker and much heavier. Underneath the jacket she wore a plain cream tunic, the jacket itself was quilted to help lessen the impact of a blow from a training weapon and the front wrapped around to the side where it button diagonally from hip to shoulder. The seamstress had made the coat in the house colours and placed Elizabeths personal crest of a rose being pierced by a dagger on the breast. Lastly she pulled on a pair of boots that laced right to the knee. These were much heavier than the delicate court shoes she was used to and simply walking around the room felt like a chore. She dreaded how she would feel after a whole day in them. Before the seamstress had left she had showed Elizabeth a few important aspects of the clothing. They were sturdy and designed for training. As part of that there were small openings in the lining at the wrists, the hem of the coat and the ankles were weights could be inserted to assist with strength training. Elizabeth had read about this type of training, not many utilized it but her mother had. If a person consistently practiced with the weights when they were removed presumably ones speed would increase. When she had found out about her required weapons training she had decided to apply some of the same training her mother had. After getting the uniform on she thought it best to wait until she became accustomed to the weight of the outfit itself. Finally dressed and ready to go she exited her personal rooms and made her way to the forges. As she walked she tried to steel herself to whatever harsh punishment the Weapons Master would have in store for her today. You don't need to apologize hun. I understand sometimes people have a bad day. Sometimes your just not feeling the writing. No worries. Like I said take all the time you need.