Not all the water in the rough rude sea,
Edmund scowls slightly when the reed in his hand refuses to stay in place as he tries to weave it. Twisting his hand at an odd awkward, he manages to keep the piece still so that he can firmly entwine it with his basket. Or partial basket at the moment. Wetting his lips, the young Abandoned tries to keep the pieces close to each other as Ruth instructs.
At her question, he pauses. Edmund felt like there was some life lesson at hand but figures he should go for the literal answer first. "Maybe because being able to create something useful out of the plants and resources around us is always a good skill to have. You can make more than baskets with this kind of weaving, right?" He turns the question on Ruth curiously, recalling some of the goods he's seen being sold in Torchline over the years.
At her question, he pauses. Edmund felt like there was some life lesson at hand but figures he should go for the literal answer first. "Maybe because being able to create something useful out of the plants and resources around us is always a good skill to have. You can make more than baskets with this kind of weaving, right?" He turns the question on Ruth curiously, recalling some of the goods he's seen being sold in Torchline over the years.
Edmund Ansel the Prince of Torchline
can wash the balm of an annoited king
