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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.]

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Mid-Afternoon!

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[Now this was an unusual sight to see in Goldenrod. Probably wouldn't be if he was back at that cow farm, but definitely strange to see here. After a quick check on his Pokegear for the time— Ahead of schedule, good— he allowed himself some time to address this oddity.

He gives a whistle as he approaches, clearly looking from the sheared sheep to the now empty basket then back to Estinien and his mending.]

Someone sure is handy, huh? You know, I hear just buying new socks would save you all this hassle!