She inverted the dress, and felt the stitch work without actually looking at the thing. Her fingertips slid across the material, feeling much of the details from the material. She knew well enough the feeling of damaged hems to feel her way to the damaged area. There was one spot she could probably add some threads to reinforce the hem, to prevent a future tear. But she did not care enough to actually do the work.
She finally found what her fingers had been seeking. She looked upon her task at hand, eyes squinting from the bright sun illuminating the clean white material. Her fingers nimbly threaded the needle to repair the damage to the hem line. She worked quickly, but effectively.
Sure beats scrubbing pots. she whispered for the twentieth time.
With that stitch work done, she neatly folded the dress. One of a dozen in need of needlework. This one at least had been an easy fix! She did not even want to think of the Accepted's dress that had needed a new sleeve stitched. She added it to the pile she had begun.
She grabbed the next from the basket, and found her seat. It was boring work, but sure beat scrubbing pots next to gossiping hens who thought that the Soldier from the morning's class was the most handsome man born since the Dragon was reborn.
Finding the damaged section, she sighed in relief. Simply another damaged hem. She turned the dress inside out, felt for the target with her fingertips, and debated what was worse.
Boredom, or needless gossiping.
She finally found what her fingers had been seeking. She looked upon her task at hand, eyes squinting from the bright sun illuminating the clean white material. Her fingers nimbly threaded the needle to repair the damage to the hem line. She worked quickly, but effectively.
Sure beats scrubbing pots. she whispered for the twentieth time.
With that stitch work done, she neatly folded the dress. One of a dozen in need of needlework. This one at least had been an easy fix! She did not even want to think of the Accepted's dress that had needed a new sleeve stitched. She added it to the pile she had begun.
She grabbed the next from the basket, and found her seat. It was boring work, but sure beat scrubbing pots next to gossiping hens who thought that the Soldier from the morning's class was the most handsome man born since the Dragon was reborn.
Finding the damaged section, she sighed in relief. Simply another damaged hem. She turned the dress inside out, felt for the target with her fingertips, and debated what was worse.
Boredom, or needless gossiping.

