Open Post: What a yarn

[sporesprouter]

There's still quite a bit of winter yet, according to the calendar, not to mention whatever Dark is, and Tress got an idea for a project fairly recently. It's appropriate and it gives her a chance to stretch out a skill she hasn't really gotten an opportunity to use in a while.

So she's in a cozy parlor, sitting curled up in a big comfy armchair right by the window, a basket of yarn at her feet, and she's knitting. It's still too early to be immediately obvious what it is she's knitting, but she's moving with the easy confidence that indicates it's definitely not a new craft she's just now decided to take up.

Sometimes, after all, it's nice to go back to something old and familiar.

Comments

[onthewillowsthere]

"Magnus uses it to hold his hair back. It doesn't come loose like a braid does."

[sporesprouter]

She blinks. "It doesn't come loose at all? Wow."

[onthewillowsthere]

"It holds differently from a piece of cloth. Better. I think it would make working easier."

[sporesprouter]

"I might have to figure out how to get one. No matter how hard I try, it never all manages to stay out of my face."

[onthewillowsthere]

"I know." He's been watching her, although he doesn't say that, mercifully.

[sporesprouter]

"Scrunchie," she repeats quietly. "Thank you. I'll see if I can get a drawer to make one."

[onthewillowsthere]

A little nod, before he goes back to his sketchbook, in companionable quiet.

[sporesprouter]

She smiles and returns to her knitting in turn.