4th Winter 514
The fire was crackling nicely, the faint smell of salt drifting in through the cracks under the door. Alija sat crossed legged on her bed, running her hands over the cotton cascading down. Beside her, a pair of borrowed shears sat expectantly, accompanied by a spool of thread, chalk, and a sharp little needle, glinting winks of encouragement in the light. Alija had no idea how to make a dress. It was something new to her, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. Not this time. If she messed up, she could always buy more cloth and try again. That's what she told herself.
Alija stepped off her bed, letting the fabric crumple to the ground. She tugged her shirt off, laying it onto the piece of cloth, tracing the outline. Her lines were wobbly, the chalk clumsily drawn, but she could cut that out. Feeling the cold, she pulled the shirt back on, instantly warming up. It wasn't exactly the warmest, but with the blazing fire behind her, it didn't matter.
Alija folded the fabric over, noting the wasted space. Sighing it off, she slowly picked up the shears, menacing in the light. She had a sudden flash off a pair, extremely similar, wide open. Alija took a sudden breath. She was alone. Carefully, she made the first cut.
The fire was crackling nicely, the faint smell of salt drifting in through the cracks under the door. Alija sat crossed legged on her bed, running her hands over the cotton cascading down. Beside her, a pair of borrowed shears sat expectantly, accompanied by a spool of thread, chalk, and a sharp little needle, glinting winks of encouragement in the light. Alija had no idea how to make a dress. It was something new to her, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. Not this time. If she messed up, she could always buy more cloth and try again. That's what she told herself.
Alija stepped off her bed, letting the fabric crumple to the ground. She tugged her shirt off, laying it onto the piece of cloth, tracing the outline. Her lines were wobbly, the chalk clumsily drawn, but she could cut that out. Feeling the cold, she pulled the shirt back on, instantly warming up. It wasn't exactly the warmest, but with the blazing fire behind her, it didn't matter.
Alija folded the fabric over, noting the wasted space. Sighing it off, she slowly picked up the shears, menacing in the light. She had a sudden flash off a pair, extremely similar, wide open. Alija took a sudden breath. She was alone. Carefully, she made the first cut.
