Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
"Do let me know if you do, I'd love a map over the Greatwood to hang on my wall," Maea smiled. "Charting it might be a bit of a headache, of course... with all the waterways and islands." Still, it would be both useful and pretty, and if crafted by a friend its value would be beyond counting.
Accepting scissors and tape measure, Maea proclaimed herself willing to share. Rolling up her sleeves, she got to work, and soon a focused silence fell over the apartment, interspersed with soft humms and the rustle of paper, the occasional hissing as needles pricked a finger instead of cloth. The nerve-wracking part of cutting into the fabric required a few steadying breaths; a point of no return. Just to be safe Maea measured everything again. And a third time. Then with a crisp crunch the first cut was made - and that was it, no returning from there, all she could do was follow through.
A moment of triumph later, she held up the pieces of the robe, and realized with a sinking feeling just how much was left to do before those flimsy pieces of silk looked anything like that image in her mind. At least she could sit down for the rest; fumbling with needle and thread, she sank onto a chair to start sewing.
"So far, so good... how are you doing?" she asked, looking up to check on Sohalia's progress.
Accepting scissors and tape measure, Maea proclaimed herself willing to share. Rolling up her sleeves, she got to work, and soon a focused silence fell over the apartment, interspersed with soft humms and the rustle of paper, the occasional hissing as needles pricked a finger instead of cloth. The nerve-wracking part of cutting into the fabric required a few steadying breaths; a point of no return. Just to be safe Maea measured everything again. And a third time. Then with a crisp crunch the first cut was made - and that was it, no returning from there, all she could do was follow through.
A moment of triumph later, she held up the pieces of the robe, and realized with a sinking feeling just how much was left to do before those flimsy pieces of silk looked anything like that image in her mind. At least she could sit down for the rest; fumbling with needle and thread, she sank onto a chair to start sewing.
"So far, so good... how are you doing?" she asked, looking up to check on Sohalia's progress.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
