MELITA
The secret Santa gifts and their assignments established, Melita had been excited to extend her abilities to someone she didn’t really know; only seen along the way, in backdrops and backgrounds. The only apprehension she could cultivate at all in the spirit of giving, was the fact she didn’t know how to knit, and the man’s wishes had explicitly stated a knit sweater. Melita would wield staffs and bows and the occasional daggers, rocks, and broken branches, but had never actually learned the very nature and art of pulling together fabric. If the needles weren’t for stabbing, she wouldn’t have ever seen them.So the youth had asked several merchants around for the necessary equipment, some knowing her too well and wincing before handing over the instruments, and some other poor souls had volunteered to show her a few techniques; she hadn’t taken too it very well, and they’d sent her along her way before she hurt herself in their presence. Perhaps all it would take was more practice, more precision, just like her weapons’ training.
The honeybee girl settled herself along one of the stone walls along the settlement, eyes narrowed, tongue sticking out, attention fully grasped on the navy-hued wool and yarn somehow wrapped around her tools. Her legs swung, as if she required every sensation of movement to even grasp the situation, and Fangorn resided nearby, dozing in the morning sun. The rest of her chosen fabric had already managed to unravel itself down to the ground, settling in beside the gourd’s frame, but that was less of a worry for now.
{Just Melita failing at some knitting. <3 Open to anyone!}
She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
But she's a forest fire
