{SE} Anyone know how to stich a doll?

Deimos There was something very irritating in Zuriel’s gaze, and he couldn’t quite pinpoint the source of her amusement; narrowing his own in speculation and warning, to which the mare flung the fabric around again in her teeth, and only releasing it when he didn’t seem up to the game. Instead, he adhered to the woman’s request, sitting, rigid and unyielding in every other aspect. And while the unicorn guarded the last basket of fish from any passing thieves (a very airy, threatening juxtaposition, her high, proud, and rendered with its own deadly weapon), he glanced at the rest of the supplies. His thoughts drifted briefly to that of Ludo, and all the adornments and symbolism that came with the herald and its rags. Glancing down at the fabric Zuriel had chosen, he saw it marked and pinpointed with edges of embers, with little flames spiraling along fringes and strands. Something within his jaw clenched and brooded, threatening to brim over with a fraction of ghosts; and maybe his companion was opting to tell him to another way to move on. He took hold of the knife in his back pocket and began to cut out the framework, the pattern, only raising his head from his work when Ray offered to explain where the competition would be taking place. “Please. It would be appreciated.” Half a grin immersed on his mouth, before fading altogether; too much uncertainty filling the void. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime