who we are and all that we're trying to be
More of the same for the sewers and weavers; Deimos working steadily, only losing momentary focus when Oliver spoke, taking him out of his concentration. The needle slipped slightly, and he calmly pulled out the tangled threads, the slight error in judgment, and corrected them – re-stitching, the only thing lost was time. Once he gathered everything back together and settled into a returned rhythm, his gaze went back to the blacksmith. “You can grab some more,” nodding his head, gesturing towards the other pile of hides behind Oliver.
And Oliver should’ve moved on, for he’d finished his first hides efficiently, both sides aligning nicely, just awaiting final stitching after the others had returned with snow moss.
The rest, however, don’t share the same fortune.
Lily’s approach had been quite clever, but the deer was in no such mood. Injured and scared didn’t make a grand combination, and so on less than stable flailings and contortions, the creature lashed out, striking Lily towards her ribs, before teetering and wobbling off. Unfortunately, that meant Jigano’s attempts to heal it would go quite unwelcome.
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Not great rolls, fam. Deimos and Oliver keep sewing, and Lily and Jigano have run into deer troubles. What will you do?
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
