Chapter 104: The Hand Fans.
The boy smiled hopefully despite the third princes scowl, his arms were full of colorful fabrics, neatly folded in varying shades and patterns, all made from soft, delicate materials that seemed to ripple like water in his hands.
"My lord," he called out breathlessly, bowing slightly as he stopped before them. "I have something to show you."
Oh so he wanted to talk to me. Alaric wondered.
Alaric looked down at the boy with mild curiosity. The lad was young, with hopeful eyes and an aura of sincere dedication in his gaze. "What have you got there?" Alaric asked, noticing the nervous flutter of the boy’s hands as he gently spread out his goods.
"These are hand fans, my lord," the boy said proudly, unfurling one to show a fan made of a delicate cotton fabric stretched over a beautifully carved wooden handle. "I make them myself, you see. For ladies...so they can have something pretty to carry, for when it gets too warm in their heavy gowns."
Salviana leaned in eagerly, her eyes shining as she inspected one of the fans. The fabric was painted with graceful strokes, the colors soft yet vibrant, as if capturing a warm sunset or a fresh spring morning.
She could tell it was crafted with utmost care, each brushstroke thoughtful and lovingly placed. She looked back at Alaric, nodding with excitement, and he felt a swell of pride for the boy’s dedication.
"These are beautiful," she said softly, admiring the intricate craftsmanship. She glanced at Alaric, who smiled, already understanding her unspoken wish. "We should take some with us. They would make wonderful gifts."
Alaric nodded, impressed by the boy’s skill and the artistry he displayed. He picked up one of the fans, running his hand over the soft fabric and tracing the pattern. "You’re very talented," he said warmly, meeting the boy’s gaze. "You’ve done something remarkable here."