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| RL Date: 2 July, 2008 |
| Who: Lujayn |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Lujayn learns how to knit and not much else. Maybe asking how to bind off would have been a good idea. |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Milani/Mentions |
| « Why does it take so long? » Rielsath didn't have the patience to sit and watch her rider knit. She would sun, she would swim, but the existence of a project inevitably drew the gold back to ask questions. Or more accurately, the same question. Patient or no, it was downright fun to watch something come into being where there had only been a tangle of yarn before. « Lujayn, how many rows have you finished since this morning? ..since I was oiled? ..since dinner? How many.. ? » The rectangle got longer day by day, a fluffy scarlet snake coiled on her chair when she wasn't knitting on it. Nothing fancy, but it was the product of her own time and the materials from her own purse. Lu couldn't remember being so satisfied in months. Maybe once hers was done she could make one more, five more, as many as she could manage. The winter wind howled outside, but inside the weyr was toasty warm. It was her own little world. Late one night, the rider put down her needles after a long stretch only to discover the garment had grown to monstrous proportions. Knitting back and forth was simple enough, but she didn't know how to make it any shorter. And as a matter of fact... « You don't remember how to make it stop, do you, » Somehow amused by Lujayn's oversight, Rielsath raised her head to eye the scarf. « Well, it might fit me if you do a few more. » It was too late to find any of the old aunties to ask them about binding off the stiches. Her klah was still warm in its mug, and the glows weren't too dim yet. Settling back in her seat, Lu took up the needles again and started another row. If it was going to be amazingly long, she might as well make it properly so. |
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