[PQ] to weave loss into life

A S A V V I A year was a long time to sit around waiting for something that wasn’t going to happen; a long time to spend wishing. Asavvi had thought she was done with wishes when she lost her parents but it seem that losing her siblings had been just the thing to bring it back. Well, she was the lost one, if one was being accurate, and though she’d spent months traipsing divots and circles around this great fucking spire there was no way she had found of making her way home. "I live here now." The murmer was quiet, testing out the words as she faced the derelict room. The workshop was familiar to her in many ways, containing much the same equipment she was used to using; the washbasin, the workbench, the shelves with tools and clamps and old distilled dyes, even a few bolts of musty muslin. The loom dominated the much of the space, and looked to be in decent condition despite having been abandoned for who knows how long. Asavvi had found this place last Flowerbirth, an abandoned little building near the Artisan’s Guild, and it had sat in the back of her mind, reminding her how much she missed the simple satisfaction of productivity. Clearly no one was coming to claim it and so Asavvi though that whoever had lived and worked here might not mind so much if another of the trade took up the mantle. "I live here now." It came out stronger this time, as if she had assured herself and now felt the need to introduce herself to the space. If her hands shook ever so slightly as she made the first grab towards the dusty workbench, at least there was no one here to see it. She began to haul out the unusable things first: broken jars, unusable ingredients for dyes, the sad remnants of a spinning wheel whose wooden base had rotted through. All these were taken straight out the front door and deposited one stained old dropcloth she’d set up as a makeshift tarp before she moved industriously back inside for another load. || Personal Quest for Asavvi to set up her textile shop! She’s found an abandoned building with most of what she needs with a decent workshop and itty bitty living quarters in the back. The night sky once ruled my imagination now I turn the dials with careful calculation.

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