Above all shadows rides the Sun
Glancing at the Void Horror carcass polluting the beach, he wrinkled his nose. The damage didn't surprise him anymore if Tal was facing that thing. In fact, he thought the Captain was lucky to get out with as little damage as he did. Shaking his head, he turned to the next task at hand: sails. The nailing had gone well, but he was less certain about his sewing skills.
Zavien wasn't a formally trained seamstress, but he'd had to do a little repairing of his own gear. Years ago, a few of the older women in his neighborhood had scolded him for having tears in his clothes. They'd pulled him inside to attempt to train his fumbling fingers. As they talked over each other and pointed out his flaws, the chaotic environment hadn't been very conducive to learning. Trying to recall their lessons, he let the Ancient tear at the sails while he pulled out the needle and thread.
Zavien helps sew the new canvas!
Zavien wasn't a formally trained seamstress, but he'd had to do a little repairing of his own gear. Years ago, a few of the older women in his neighborhood had scolded him for having tears in his clothes. They'd pulled him inside to attempt to train his fumbling fingers. As they talked over each other and pointed out his flaws, the chaotic environment hadn't been very conducive to learning. Trying to recall their lessons, he let the Ancient tear at the sails while he pulled out the needle and thread.
Zavien helps sew the new canvas!
Zavien
