Ruth seemed quite happy and enthralled in her own instruction and simultaneous weaving of her own basket. She didn’t give much notice to the banter between Paige and Edmund, though it was not lost to her ears. Years and years of being around younglings of all varieties and she knew what was worth it to latch on to and what was not. Her shaky hands worked on her reeds and she looked up at each student before moving to the next task.
Ruth lifted her head for a moment and pointed a hand at Everest, her smile unwavering. ”Can you grab the maiden hair ferns and distribute them to the others?” Her voice was like honey, and the message behind her eyes (whether he would pick up on it or not) was that it would be quite more effort than she was willing to put in at the moment to stand and sit again. Lowering her chin again, Ruth continued to work on her basket. ”As you work, make sure the bottom of your basket is strong and the reeds are woven close. Elsewise you will lose your goods. Do any of you have an idea of why basket weaving is such a useful skill to have?” the old woman asked, looking up through dark lashes and a curtain of wispy white hair.
Ruth lifted her head for a moment and pointed a hand at Everest, her smile unwavering. ”Can you grab the maiden hair ferns and distribute them to the others?” Her voice was like honey, and the message behind her eyes (whether he would pick up on it or not) was that it would be quite more effort than she was willing to put in at the moment to stand and sit again. Lowering her chin again, Ruth continued to work on her basket. ”As you work, make sure the bottom of your basket is strong and the reeds are woven close. Elsewise you will lose your goods. Do any of you have an idea of why basket weaving is such a useful skill to have?” the old woman asked, looking up through dark lashes and a curtain of wispy white hair.
RUTH
