who we are and all that we're trying to be
If Deimos was surprised by Oliver volunteering to sew, he didn’t show it. His face remained its impassive, reticent state, perhaps with the slightest arch to his brow, eyes wandering over to Jigano and Lily as they sauntered off, not requiring any further direction on his part. Then he steeled himself for impending instruction, passing the bone needle and thread to Oliver, before selecting two of the deer hides, matching them accordingly. “We will start at the bottom, and work our way to the middle.” It was fortunate Oliver already knew how to sew, so he wouldn’t have to demonstrate the weaving method, or even begin to explain how the Sword had learned (battlefield practicalities; many wounds to stitch). Thereafter, he began, starting as he’d previously stated, plunging the honed end of the needle and attached thread through the dual skins, threading them closely, tightly together, to ensure no future snow moss would fall out, and expecting Oliver to do the same.
Jigano and Lily would arrive at their destination amidst the woods, inclining their way through the forest until a clearing was laid out before them, providing an ample amount of snow moss not yet buried by increasing drifts and rising heights of ice and rime. However, it was already in use by another creature: a slumbering deer, nested and intertwined along the softened beds of flora. Perhaps it was injured, or sick? Why wouldn’t it have been alerted to their approach? Why hadn’t it already escaped, as soon as it heard the sounds of them entering the landscape? An intriguing notion indeed, and an answer could be administered, if they were curious enough to find out.
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Deimos and Oliver have begun sewing.
Lily and Jigano have found their snow moss, but something is already using it!
PQ will move on in 48 hours or when everyone has posted. No post order!
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
