What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
They work in silence for a while, making good progress on the hide. Though they don’t need to talk, it does bother her slightly that they can’t. She knows other Attuned have the luxury of actually speaking to him, and it makes her feel a little alienated from her brother. Perhaps this is what it felt like growing up for him, Attuned in a house full of Abandoned (and John, their one and only Accepted).
She works though, scraping and repeating, pulling the leather slowly but surely, cleaning off whatever they may have missed in the first round. After a time, she pauses, to give herself a moment to rest and also to write. She scribbles on the paper, how’s it going with Loren?. He could talk while they worked, at least, and she could listen, find out how he was enjoying the lessons.
Honestly, she didn’t have anything to tell him anyway. She had no secrets to tell him, not right now. Nothing new had happened. It’s not like she made it a habit of entering into new business ventures regularly.
She works though, scraping and repeating, pulling the leather slowly but surely, cleaning off whatever they may have missed in the first round. After a time, she pauses, to give herself a moment to rest and also to write. She scribbles on the paper, how’s it going with Loren?. He could talk while they worked, at least, and she could listen, find out how he was enjoying the lessons.
Honestly, she didn’t have anything to tell him anyway. She had no secrets to tell him, not right now. Nothing new had happened. It’s not like she made it a habit of entering into new business ventures regularly.
Weaver
