// think of the sun that shaped them //
Adding another pocket off to the side, she carefully stitched and sewed, scrupulous methods taught by her mother, careful, neat, and precise. It’d hold enough things, like money or something, but she now longed for the inside seams to be robust for items such as her staff. Humming in delight and the prospect and challenge, she snagged at more thread and portions already torn away from the original rags, snorting at Zavien’s poor labored fingers.
At his question though, she quirked her brow again, glancing at him briefly before adhering turning over the cloth and preparing for the incoming additions. “Well, like horses? I wonder if Colt would let you use some of hers and learn?” Might be worth asking if he truly wished to pursue this level of talent.
At his question though, she quirked her brow again, glancing at him briefly before adhering turning over the cloth and preparing for the incoming additions. “Well, like horses? I wonder if Colt would let you use some of hers and learn?” Might be worth asking if he truly wished to pursue this level of talent.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
