Timestamp: Fall 27, 513
Two days after Dastina hired her, Issy was escorted back to continue working on the scarf. Tudav informed the knitter that the woman would remain until their pavilion was ready to continue along the Run and that one of the young cousins would come fetch her. Issy had been dressed in a light sleeved blouse that left her long arms bare, the rich green weave on the front blending with the ivory colors of the rest of the material. Her short mop of hair had also been brushed and tucked behind one of her ears.
Though the kelvic continued to look wary and red of eye, she was more alert than usual, her wild eyes watching Dastina upon her stool, the heavy belly of the knitter studied silently. Talk of babies surrounded Issy in the Autumnrun pavilion and she was beginning to wonder if that was what Cotice was so adamant about whenever he laid her down each night. Was that the reason for his extreme interest? It was more than Issy could honestly afford to focus on at this time. She was still struggling with eating, let alone not crying all day and night.
After Tudav left, Dastina gestured her to sit on one of the stools against the wall of the tent, murmuring quietly to Bensil before addressing her. "Morning Isedan, how are we feeling today?"
Issy shrugged her shoulders a bit, the dark circles around her eyes telling enough, though she did manage to say, "Okay." During the brief exchange, the child had gone to fetch the material Issy had begun working on before. It still had quite a ways to go, of course, but the three inches she'd managed to finish previously were a good start. Once the boy returned, he handed her the material and her needles and went back to sit with Dastina.
The kelvic held them silently for a while, eyeing them and turning them over in her hands before finally starting to work, the rhythmic flow of needle through a loop, wool around the needle, needle pulled back through the loop, and the first loop removed from the other needle settling easily on her. She would sit and work for a while doing just that, slowly and steadily, row by row, building up the number of knits until she reached the end of the row. From there, she swapped hands and began again, needle in, wind, needle out, remove.
The cadence kept her focused, tuning out the flow of visitors coming to see Dastina for repairs and what not, though some occasionally glanced at the grey-gold eyed woman sitting so quiet with her work, her tall form out of place among these average and nomadic peoples.
Two days after Dastina hired her, Issy was escorted back to continue working on the scarf. Tudav informed the knitter that the woman would remain until their pavilion was ready to continue along the Run and that one of the young cousins would come fetch her. Issy had been dressed in a light sleeved blouse that left her long arms bare, the rich green weave on the front blending with the ivory colors of the rest of the material. Her short mop of hair had also been brushed and tucked behind one of her ears.
Though the kelvic continued to look wary and red of eye, she was more alert than usual, her wild eyes watching Dastina upon her stool, the heavy belly of the knitter studied silently. Talk of babies surrounded Issy in the Autumnrun pavilion and she was beginning to wonder if that was what Cotice was so adamant about whenever he laid her down each night. Was that the reason for his extreme interest? It was more than Issy could honestly afford to focus on at this time. She was still struggling with eating, let alone not crying all day and night.
After Tudav left, Dastina gestured her to sit on one of the stools against the wall of the tent, murmuring quietly to Bensil before addressing her. "Morning Isedan, how are we feeling today?"
Issy shrugged her shoulders a bit, the dark circles around her eyes telling enough, though she did manage to say, "Okay." During the brief exchange, the child had gone to fetch the material Issy had begun working on before. It still had quite a ways to go, of course, but the three inches she'd managed to finish previously were a good start. Once the boy returned, he handed her the material and her needles and went back to sit with Dastina.
The kelvic held them silently for a while, eyeing them and turning them over in her hands before finally starting to work, the rhythmic flow of needle through a loop, wool around the needle, needle pulled back through the loop, and the first loop removed from the other needle settling easily on her. She would sit and work for a while doing just that, slowly and steadily, row by row, building up the number of knits until she reached the end of the row. From there, she swapped hands and began again, needle in, wind, needle out, remove.
The cadence kept her focused, tuning out the flow of visitors coming to see Dastina for repairs and what not, though some occasionally glanced at the grey-gold eyed woman sitting so quiet with her work, her tall form out of place among these average and nomadic peoples.
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