Master was acting very strange. As they passed a hanging tapestry on the way to the weaver's guild, Nica saw a loose thread hanging, and grabbed on to it, out of curiosity. The thread began to unravel, the further they got away from it, pulling the tapestry apart one stitch at a time.
She had never had this much string in her hand before! Her tail twitched once, as she gathered up more and more of it, until suddenly the whole metal rack toppled over; so ensnared had the tapestry gotten on the frame. As Nica held the rope of threads in her hands, the rack began to screech and drag across the stones of the street, adding even more weight to the fleeing Hyur...
She had never had this much string in her hand before! Her tail twitched once, as she gathered up more and more of it, until suddenly the whole metal rack toppled over; so ensnared had the tapestry gotten on the frame. As Nica held the rope of threads in her hands, the rack began to screech and drag across the stones of the street, adding even more weight to the fleeing Hyur...
