"Orien?" Tiero's voice from behind startles her from her reverie. "What are you doing here?!"
"These are beautiful," she says, turning to smile at him. "What are they?"
"What? The tapets? Just decorations."
"We make them every year," Tiero says, smiling a bit at her obvious delight. "After the harvest."
"You made one of these?"
But Tiero doesn't answer, distracted by her odd cargo. Staring at the hat and the walking stick, he asks instead, "what are those?"