-Late Afternoon-
The needle went into the fabric and she held some of the yarn in her mouth, between the teeth, keeping out of the way. She had wanted to start immediately. Knitting and weaving had always cleared her head and she'd needed it. So she sat in her rented room in the Quicksand, and had begun on the fabric she'd purchased.
The needle pierced the fine wares and she pulled the thread tightly.
Repeat.
Thread in. Pull tightly.
Her mind wandered. As it always did when she made her clothing. Memories, thoughts and fantasies of a life she wanted but could never have. Her mentor had taught her this particular skill with the kindness of his heart when she was a teenage, hoping she could use the skill. She didn't remember where she'd learned her other skills. The sexual ones. Those....
Thread in. Pull tightly.
She had dinner with Alara soon. And yet her mind wandered. It was a random thought of a faceless woman before her and took the woman in her arms, despite the lack of a face. Just featureless...making love to a faceless woman.
But....she could recall the faces of each....why couldn't she remember this one?
Thread in. Pull tightly.
She wanted to scream. Why couldn't she recall who this woman was, she made love to in her mind? It was passionate and she knew she wanted more with her, craved more, but when she looked at the smooth, blank palette that lacked a face she wanted to scream. And yet she was aroused all the same.
Thread....the fabric, needle and thread lay to the side of the bed and she had lost herself to the fantasy in her mind, pleasuring herself.
And in her mind she screamed in horror while her body took in the pleasure of the faceless woman.
Thread in. Pull tightly.
The needle went into the fabric and she held some of the yarn in her mouth, between the teeth, keeping out of the way. She had wanted to start immediately. Knitting and weaving had always cleared her head and she'd needed it. So she sat in her rented room in the Quicksand, and had begun on the fabric she'd purchased.
The needle pierced the fine wares and she pulled the thread tightly.
Repeat.
Thread in. Pull tightly.
Her mind wandered. As it always did when she made her clothing. Memories, thoughts and fantasies of a life she wanted but could never have. Her mentor had taught her this particular skill with the kindness of his heart when she was a teenage, hoping she could use the skill. She didn't remember where she'd learned her other skills. The sexual ones. Those....
Thread in. Pull tightly.
She had dinner with Alara soon. And yet her mind wandered. It was a random thought of a faceless woman before her and took the woman in her arms, despite the lack of a face. Just featureless...making love to a faceless woman.
But....she could recall the faces of each....why couldn't she remember this one?
Thread in. Pull tightly.
She wanted to scream. Why couldn't she recall who this woman was, she made love to in her mind? It was passionate and she knew she wanted more with her, craved more, but when she looked at the smooth, blank palette that lacked a face she wanted to scream. And yet she was aroused all the same.
Thread....the fabric, needle and thread lay to the side of the bed and she had lost herself to the fantasy in her mind, pleasuring herself.
And in her mind she screamed in horror while her body took in the pleasure of the faceless woman.
Thread in. Pull tightly.
