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milliways_bar2007-11-08 10:08 pm
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It's going to be Midsummer before she knows it. In Emelan, at least. In Milliways it feels like Midwinter is well on its way. Sandry has her feet tucked up under her long linen skirt, keeping them away from whatever drafts might blow across the floor of the bar.
The wall hanging that she's embroidering for her great-uncle as a gift for Midsummer is coming along nicely, the elaborate Tree of Life blossoming and branching across the creamy fabric. Her workbasket is sitting open on the table beside her.
Periodically, a strand of colorful silk thread snakes its way up out of the basket and toward the girl, as if hinting that it would like to be picked next for the project.
The wall hanging that she's embroidering for her great-uncle as a gift for Midsummer is coming along nicely, the elaborate Tree of Life blossoming and branching across the creamy fabric. Her workbasket is sitting open on the table beside her.
Periodically, a strand of colorful silk thread snakes its way up out of the basket and toward the girl, as if hinting that it would like to be picked next for the project.