PHOEBE
there's a bulletproof bond
These boots were...worse for wear to put it nicely. The outside leather was clearly scratched up and discolored, bits of the thread adhering the sole to the rest of the shoe beginning to unravel. The sole's themselves were completely without tread, worn away so it was nearly nonexistent, save for the heel which had more material to it. The soft, rabbit fur lining inside was worn in many places all the way down to the layer intended to keep moisture from seeping into the shoe. The laces were also quite sad, showing signs of self-repair where Phoebe had darned pieces back together with a deft hand. Clearly, when first made, they were quite a nice, sturdy pair and served the midwife well. But could they be repaired? Or were they past the point of no return?
"Do you really think these can be fixed?" Phoebe said, eyeing them skeptically. She glanced through her basket of goods, wondering whether it would be more costly to fix them than simply trying to find a new pair...and wondering if she had anything of enough value to pay for such labor. She tried to be thrifty but the young blonde was well aware that an investment in a good pair of boots could be well worth it.
As Are examined the boots, Pim examined Are, sniffing at the air near the cobbler.
"Do you really think these can be fixed?" Phoebe said, eyeing them skeptically. She glanced through her basket of goods, wondering whether it would be more costly to fix them than simply trying to find a new pair...and wondering if she had anything of enough value to pay for such labor. She tried to be thrifty but the young blonde was well aware that an investment in a good pair of boots could be well worth it.
As Are examined the boots, Pim examined Are, sniffing at the air near the cobbler.
between me and you
