see what you find there with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
Paige doesn't roll her eyes or grumble at Ruth's unflappable happiness. How the old woman is managing it, she doesn't know, but it isn't for the pre-teen to figure out. She bites back the huff as Ruth very clearly dotes on Mateo and Edmund. It wasn't like she could bite. Didn't she deserve a head pat too? Grumbling a little to herself, the girl looks down at the materials before her before she grows quiet, contemplative even and actually focuses on what Ruth is saying.
Now, she could continue to be cranky and not actually try, but Paige really wasn't the type. Even if she seemed it. Only pouting a moment longer, the young Attuned followed the directions, taking a bit of the wood and placing it in the water to allow it to soak before bending it to the shape she was meant to be making. "Do Princes make baskets?" She teases, glancing over at Edmund with an arched brow.
Now, she could continue to be cranky and not actually try, but Paige really wasn't the type. Even if she seemed it. Only pouting a moment longer, the young Attuned followed the directions, taking a bit of the wood and placing it in the water to allow it to soak before bending it to the shape she was meant to be making. "Do Princes make baskets?" She teases, glancing over at Edmund with an arched brow.
Paige
