if tomorrow brings new hope, i hope it brings you
The first window goes well, or so she thinks, until Amun calls for her to stop. Stepping back, Amalia frowns as she notices the tears in the black fabric, biting her lip unhappily. "Mort," she mutters, tracing the rip. It will have to be replaced, or repaired.
Amun seems to have a plan, though, and the baker turns as the Ascended returns, a needle and thread in his hands. Raising a brow, she watches as the man sets quickly to work, his stitches swift and small and all around better than anything she could produce. Raising an eyebrow, she studies his work with an approving and rather impressed smile. "Not bad. What other secret talents do you have hidden away?"
He suggests they split up and the girl agrees, taking more cloth and following Kiada and Demios' trail of reinforced windows. There are still some tears, but she is confident that working together she and Amun will be able to finish the preparations quickly. Once she has finished the preliminary hangings she circles back to see how her partner is doing, and whether he needs any immediate help.
Amun seems to have a plan, though, and the baker turns as the Ascended returns, a needle and thread in his hands. Raising a brow, she watches as the man sets quickly to work, his stitches swift and small and all around better than anything she could produce. Raising an eyebrow, she studies his work with an approving and rather impressed smile. "Not bad. What other secret talents do you have hidden away?"
He suggests they split up and the girl agrees, taking more cloth and following Kiada and Demios' trail of reinforced windows. There are still some tears, but she is confident that working together she and Amun will be able to finish the preparations quickly. Once she has finished the preliminary hangings she circles back to see how her partner is doing, and whether he needs any immediate help.
Amalia & Jyoti
