From 7275aa88c980566f31ed6006eeea3824c4f3e0de Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: "D. Moonfire" Date: Sun, 7 Jul 2019 18:58:03 -0500 Subject: [PATCH] fix: minor fix in one --- chapters/chapter-01.md | 8 ++++---- 1 file changed, 4 insertions(+), 4 deletions(-) diff --git a/chapters/chapter-01.md b/chapters/chapter-01.md index aa8dec9..fb283c2 100644 --- a/chapters/chapter-01.md +++ b/chapters/chapter-01.md @@ -22,13 +22,13 @@ He jumped at his mother's voice. Turning around, he clasped his hands in his lap "Sorry." -She glared but didn't add anything. After a moment, she snapped and pointed to the pedestal again. +She glared but didn't add anything. After a moment, she snapped her fingers and pointed to the pedestal again. -"He's fine, Dame Maran," said the tailor. He stood next to her, wearing a suit like the ones in the display area but without the jacket. Instead of a tie, he wore a pair of cloth measuring tapes. The long strips of marked fabric reached down to his belt. +"He's fine, Dame Maran," said the tailor. He stood next to her, wearing a suit like the ones in the display area but without the jacket. Instead of a tie, he wore a pair of cloth measuring tapes around his neck. The long strips of marked fabric reached down to his belt. -"No, he isn't fine." +"No, he isn't fine. He's never fine in places like this." -Quietly, he got up on the platform his mother gestured at, turned around, and held out his arms. As much as he dreamed about going to the annual presentation balls, this was not what he dreamed about. +Quietly, Galadin got up on the platform his mother gestured at, turned around, and held out his arms. As much as he dreamed about going to the annual presentation balls, this was not what he dreamed about. "Arms out," the tailor said in a terse tone. He followed with other directions as he measured Galadin from wrist to ankle, inseam and even around the neck. His movements were rough, the fingernails digging into Galadin's sensitive ribs as he worked his way down a notebook filled with measurements.