《Alfheimr Renaissance》Borgarsandr - day 2, bra
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Borgarsandr, day 2
BH
Wake up with Iselin snuggled under the covers next to me. Ninja. She seem to feel safer and more comfortable in my vicinity as time goes by, and take liberaties I don't expect. But since I havn't punished her or even been angry at her, I've sort of brought this on myself. As if I were to whine about it. I should, but hard to whine when I would rather have her here with me even more. And more sex. But no sex this morning, just cuddling and holding each other.
She asks why I have underwear, and why I have some kind of runic writing on my underwear, black shorts etc. Underwear is quite easy to explain even if no one here uses them, but I have to think to explains logos. That its a way to mark who made a product, because if its good, more people will want the same. If its a name or special brand on it, then people know who made the product and can be sure of getting the same thing, and Iselin sees it as a bomärke. A bomärke is a form of house mark, a glyph or special rune as a sign of ownership for a person or a family. Its used on houses, goods, crafts, documents, to mark cattle and so on. Its quite logical that in a time when few can read and write, a bomärke is used. For everything. But they're used to it being a single complicated glyph, not a combination of 'runes'.
I'm in a world without Trademark protection or international logos, so no checks on counterfeits, but its apparently a crime to mark something with someone elses bomärke. Its dishonest and deceitful, which are really bad things in this culture. Hard to prove that its a counterfeit, but bomärke are very important.
There seem to be trading groups or artisan guilds and I assume that they don't look kindly on a competitors trying to push their way into their market, so there is a strong incentive to mark things, and some protection if people should notice it being wrong. Well, not 'protection'. More duels, daggers in the dark and feuds thats 'justified'. Justice here seem to involve a lot of steel and blood.
Maybe I should start stamping or marking what I make with a logo? Short and simple? Cursive/italic version of 'Roba' is enough, because they mostly use slightly differently shaped glyphs, in shapes that are easier to make with a knife or stamp. But cursive style is hard to do in many cases, so should make it more run inspired.
So I sketch on a slate board where I lie in bed with Iselin curled up against me. Lying in a bed with a smart and pleasant gorgeous woman next to me, sketching things while we talk and just letting time pass. I can get used to this. So damn nice.
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Hum, they have no panties or bras here. Uses fabric wraps for their brests. Maybe I can do something about that. Alith in particular had probably liked it, but maybe also Iselin. Bodil probably doesn't even wrap, and if she weren't so feminine to the face and manner in general, she would probably have been taken for a man under more clothes. But why not try to do it today? Ciara seem willing to help me with anything cloth related, and Ciara herself may also need it, as she seems to be quite close to Iselin.
During breakfast I ask how it is and Alith uses wraps that she's so damn tired of, but she needs to stabilize and hold her breasts. She really dislikes her breast size when she tries to shoot a bow or try on armor, but she still likes her breasts and is obiously proud of Iselin's praise for her bust. Iselin thinks wraps are uncomfortable and avoids it if she don't have to run errands or far to walk. Alith doesn't like to run, it mostly hurt if she isn't wrapped, and it can be difficult to get it right and need to rewrap, which is a chore, and can get extra hot and sweaty in the summer with days like these. Ciara and Bodil don't think much about it, it is as it is and have always been so. Bodil's used to hearing Alith complain. Ciara has never used a wrap, even though she says she has had bigger breasts before.
When they understand I have a possible solution, and I explain by showing on Iselin's clothed breasts - where I'm the most embarrassed about it - then it becomes a motivated company when we go to buy things. Get a blacksmith to follow my template and make eight small hook solutions in bronze, really just twisted wider wire that is properly bent. Tries both single and streched triple loop chain so it can be adjusted a bit, can pick them up in the afternoon as he can put an apprentice on it. He will also manufactures thin bronze D rings for adjustment and a couple of large semicircle support arches with rounded ends.
Find nice thin linen to sew a couple of prototypes; a more sports-like one that supports and stabilizes, a more... sexy design. Back at the tavern, I explain more carefully, and Ciara with Iselin starts to sew the sports model for Alith first, but has to wait for the buckles so they have time with Iselins as well. Its primitive with simple seams, but functional for prototypes. Bodil protests a bit with an awkward 'Alith!', when Alith quickly undresses on her upper body right in front of me, but the others don't seem to care, and Ciara begins to measure to figure out the shape of the fabric. I give her a sheet of paper to cut templates and prototypes of.
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Try to sit with my back to them at the table and make the last details on my map while they measure and sew, because Alith's still naked on her upper body. It's hot both outside and inside, so she's enjoying the coolness a bit. Bodil accompanies Iselin and disappears in the afternoon for a while and returns with the small bronze buckles. The design I suggested is without a support arch with the buckle at the back, although I told them it can be in the front between the breasts as well so the buckle doesn't feel uncomfortable or gets in the way if its a problem with armor or something.
The buckles were the last thing missing on their bras, and after a couple of corrections of the shoulder straps and the back strap, Alith and Iselin both look satisfied. Ciara ask why I called them BHs, which is a good question. I have always only known the garment under that name, or brassiere. But I just say that BH is an abbreviation for breast holder, easier to say and less rude? Who knows, it might be the original in some language, and it even works with both Swedish and Norse. In any case, both Ciara and the others bought the explanation. Ask them to try it for a couple of days, then it can be sewn in better materials, and adjust the shape a bit if they need it. I suspect that small differences, can in the long run make a big difference in convenience, so the first real bra's will still be the beta test.
Iselin doesn't really like its visiblity under her thin dress, and I can agree that I prefer to see her without a bra, but she can live with it, and ofcourse so can I, and if the edge is moved a little and the shape is changed a bit, it will be better. She's not alone in being satisfied that the bra works well with a deeper neckline, and she really like it when I point out that a small padded cushion can be added underneath. Alith's just happy in the more sporty bra. She disappears to run a bit and comes back happier. Wraps supports a little better, but this model supports well enough for most parts, is more comfortable, much cooler and so much easier to put on and take off. She thinks it can be improved a little more. Too bad there isn't better materials here.
Tells what the U frames are for, that they should be sewn into fabric etc, to give support and lift up, maybe with a little padding and steamformed thin wood might be used instead, and asks them to work with different placement of straps, fabric shapes, where seams are placed, etc. My desire to improve and figure out a better solution means that I soon find myself holding up a U against Alith's bare breasts while Alith, me and Iselin discuss improvements, relief or uplifting support, and how cutting and size can be changed to become something sexy, and its possible to sew small gemstones or jewelery into the fabric or leave parts free. When I realize that I'm actually sitting there with her breast in my hand, and try to see if thin fabric straps can improve lift and profile, and find myself staring at her breast piercing...
I take Bodil with me and go out for a walk around the city. Bodil seems to find it both entertaining and tragic that I'm so close and comfortable with Alith and have had hand and mouth sex with her, and I understand Bodil. We talked about it a few days ago, but Bodil really seems to dislike it. I understand if it goes against her principles for how a female guard should behave in the vicinity of and towards the master she serves, and if the master takes the guard as sexual partner more than a guard.
That I tell it to Bodil seems to calm her down a bit, but at the same time both me and Alith are adults, and I don't look down on her or Bodil because we had sexual contact one evening. Bodil doesn't like it but accepts it. Bodil doesn't react, so she certainly doesn't know how far it has gone between me and Alith. We laugh a little at the fact that I technically look down on Alith all the time, because she more than two decimetres shorter than me and there are no high-heeled shoes here, although there are all wooden clogs. Clogs are just terrible for a warrior to wear. Maybe I should introduce classic Swedish Träskor? Wooden sole but with leather tops. Or a form of Crocs?
The rest of the evening is spent on the women cutting, sewing, measuring, adjusting, etc. Both Ciara, Iselin and Bodil help while Alith's on guard duty. Don't know how much they sew, just that they run out of buckles. Takes a discreet picture when they are lively and discussing how the seam should be laid. In the end, Ciara has also been measured and given a bra, and she seems to be more busty than I thought, though I avoided more than quick peeks. Her far too skinny shape probably needs 10kg more so that can explain the matter. Hopefully she will be better over the next six months or year when she eats more and better, and does less hard work. Tried to avoid looking too much at her body because she would feel uncomfortable, and she seems dissatisfied and ashamed with her shape and leanness in front of the other women.
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