Timestamp: Fall 25, 513
Tudav had brought her back to that womans tent again, saying something to the seamstress about doing some shopping. Dastina was working on the same garment as before and stood to greet the woman, helping her to settle on the same stool as before.
"I am so glad to see you back, Isedan. Bensil? Fetch her her piece, hm?" The boy she had met before appeared from somewhere else in the multi-sectioned tent and waved at the Syliran, hurrying to fetch what was requested. Issy settled on the stool, her head down and her eyes on her knees. The Autumnrun family still had to force food down her throat, but today felt like a little better of a day. The weight of the pain within still bore heavy on her shoulders, bowing the tall dame when she walked and forcing her eyes downwards.
Bensil returned with the material and pressed it into her lap and hands, jabbering about something he had discovered since the last time he'd seen her. She couldn't focus on him, her eyes finding the yarn and needles once more with a heavy frown. Then, her hands took them up and she fell into the rhythym, knitting the string onto the needle in the practiced pattern she'd been shown.
The right needle went through the loop of thread on the left needle. The yarn from the ball was then wrapped behind and then over the right needle. The right needle was then brought back through the hoop of thread on the left needle before the hoop of thread on the left needle was slipped off, thus starting the next row. Once more, Issy found the movements soothing and before long, she was moving at a better pace than before, more akin to what a novice should be at, of thirty loops per chime. And with the size of the needles, her rows held a good forty five, though it was painfully obvious with the first three rows from the twenty second that they were very much a beginners first attempt at knitting.
Issy kept the pattern smoothly, not noticing when she dropped a thread and Dastina was speaking to her about it. It took nearly a chime for the woman, now crouching before her with one hand on her knee, to draw her out of her concentration enough to see what the seamstress wanted. She was smiling in understanding and saying something in Pavi, or so she thought.
"...e to show you how to fix a dropped stitch?" The woman laid her hands on Issy's and gently encouraged her to halt completely. "Now, we just take the two needles like so-" The guided her left hand to go through the dropped stitch from behind so that the loose strand between it was just behind the needle and loop. The dropped stitch was then guided onto the right needle before Dastina showed her how to move the right needle beneath the loose strand now. It was ready for transfer then! "Once you are ready, just slide the dropped stitch off like this-" she explained, moving the left needle into the dropped stitch on the right hook and gently lifting it over the tip so that it was back in proper place. "And now that that's done, just move the new mended sttich onto the left needle."
Tudav had brought her back to that womans tent again, saying something to the seamstress about doing some shopping. Dastina was working on the same garment as before and stood to greet the woman, helping her to settle on the same stool as before.
"I am so glad to see you back, Isedan. Bensil? Fetch her her piece, hm?" The boy she had met before appeared from somewhere else in the multi-sectioned tent and waved at the Syliran, hurrying to fetch what was requested. Issy settled on the stool, her head down and her eyes on her knees. The Autumnrun family still had to force food down her throat, but today felt like a little better of a day. The weight of the pain within still bore heavy on her shoulders, bowing the tall dame when she walked and forcing her eyes downwards.
Bensil returned with the material and pressed it into her lap and hands, jabbering about something he had discovered since the last time he'd seen her. She couldn't focus on him, her eyes finding the yarn and needles once more with a heavy frown. Then, her hands took them up and she fell into the rhythym, knitting the string onto the needle in the practiced pattern she'd been shown.
The right needle went through the loop of thread on the left needle. The yarn from the ball was then wrapped behind and then over the right needle. The right needle was then brought back through the hoop of thread on the left needle before the hoop of thread on the left needle was slipped off, thus starting the next row. Once more, Issy found the movements soothing and before long, she was moving at a better pace than before, more akin to what a novice should be at, of thirty loops per chime. And with the size of the needles, her rows held a good forty five, though it was painfully obvious with the first three rows from the twenty second that they were very much a beginners first attempt at knitting.
Issy kept the pattern smoothly, not noticing when she dropped a thread and Dastina was speaking to her about it. It took nearly a chime for the woman, now crouching before her with one hand on her knee, to draw her out of her concentration enough to see what the seamstress wanted. She was smiling in understanding and saying something in Pavi, or so she thought.
"...e to show you how to fix a dropped stitch?" The woman laid her hands on Issy's and gently encouraged her to halt completely. "Now, we just take the two needles like so-" The guided her left hand to go through the dropped stitch from behind so that the loose strand between it was just behind the needle and loop. The dropped stitch was then guided onto the right needle before Dastina showed her how to move the right needle beneath the loose strand now. It was ready for transfer then! "Once you are ready, just slide the dropped stitch off like this-" she explained, moving the left needle into the dropped stitch on the right hook and gently lifting it over the tip so that it was back in proper place. "And now that that's done, just move the new mended sttich onto the left needle."
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