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victory_road2021-04-05 03:07 pm
stardiving) wrote in victory_road2021-04-05 03:07 pm
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Who: Estinien, ota
Where: Goldenrod City
When: April 8th
Summary: Local ren faire reject does fiber crafts, darns his socks.
Rating: G
Morning
[The rain over the last few days had interfered somewhat with his plans, but the clearing skies have found Estinien sitting in the grass outside, back against his Flygon and a basket of fluffy wool next to him. Presumably from a extremely bizarre looking sight--a sheared Dubwool grazing nearby.
Well. Mostly sheared. The grey fluff around her neck is still there, like a fancy collar.
Most of her wool is split between the basket and being meticulously spun out and wound around the drop spindle in Estinien's hands. He's not as fast at it as he was years ago, but the memory is coming back easily enough.]
Mid-Afternoon
[After finishing up with his spindle and wool, the day of fiber working has continued with something much more mundane and practical--a pile of mending, needle, and thread. First up on the project list: a sock, stretched over a pokeball and held in one hand, while the other weaves tiny stitches up, down, and across.
Could he simply buy new socks? Yes. Easily. But instead he's fixing them. And a pair of pants and a scarf, seemingly.]
Where: Goldenrod City
When: April 8th
Summary: Local ren faire reject does fiber crafts, darns his socks.
Rating: G
Morning
[The rain over the last few days had interfered somewhat with his plans, but the clearing skies have found Estinien sitting in the grass outside, back against his Flygon and a basket of fluffy wool next to him. Presumably from a extremely bizarre looking sight--a sheared Dubwool grazing nearby.
Well. Mostly sheared. The grey fluff around her neck is still there, like a fancy collar.
Most of her wool is split between the basket and being meticulously spun out and wound around the drop spindle in Estinien's hands. He's not as fast at it as he was years ago, but the memory is coming back easily enough.]
Mid-Afternoon
[After finishing up with his spindle and wool, the day of fiber working has continued with something much more mundane and practical--a pile of mending, needle, and thread. First up on the project list: a sock, stretched over a pokeball and held in one hand, while the other weaves tiny stitches up, down, and across.
Could he simply buy new socks? Yes. Easily. But instead he's fixing them. And a pair of pants and a scarf, seemingly.]
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I would not dare keep you from more important things.
[Though he really doesn't sound too concerned about that. With that, he finishes weaving in the thread on the repair in hand and slips the pokeball out, turning the sock inside out and looking unconcernedly at his handiwork.]
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[He gives a wave to Estinien, starting to head off and pulling out his Pokegear to check something. A quick glance back to his Murkrow told him the sock was successfully taken, hidden entirely in his beak. Did he need the sock? Nah, he'd toss it the first chance he got, but maybe it'd make this guy stop being stingy and just getting himself a new pair.]
Come on Corax, let's go.