[Training] Beautiful flaws

Sam watched carefully as Maea made her cut, more nervous than he'd admit that she might hurt herself. He didn't want to be responsible for missing fingers, not when he'd only been a teacher for all of five minutes. But thankfully she made a perfectly fine mark down the pages and he smiled, nodded. "Great. So, get them into a stack." He picked up the two piles of paper and put them on top of each other. "Make sure they're even. Then get this--" Sam reached for a tool made of bone, a rectangular piece with a pointed end. "You run this along one side, to make a dent so the pages will bend into shape easier." He pressed the bone tool into the page then ran it down, creating another neat line down the pages. Once this was done he placed it down and reached for a needle and thread. "Do you know how to thread a needle? If you do, could you do both of ours while I make the tea?" He passed his needle and thread to Maea, next to her own set, and went to get the kettle. Samuel How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.