017 - [Video]
[Juliet is working on some sort of sewing project, sitting by the window in the main room of the Capulet house. She concentrates fully on the purple fabric, not looking up to speak.]
It has been six months since I arrived to this city. Six months to the day. During such time, I have gained and lost family, made very dear friends, and found myself in more peril than I ever could have imagined in my room in Verona. It has been nothing if not eventful in Adstringendum.
[She glances out the window for a moment, then sighs.]
Such a pity the apples have all gone from the trees. It was most pleasant to see them hanging down from every branch. I can only hope that what we have picked and chosen to store will last the winter months and not spoil.
[She turns her attention back to the little project in her lap, proceeding now to stuff it full of fabric scraps and bits of multi-colored wool.]
Winter could be very difficult here, or very mild. I know not how such things will go, and therefore it is best to prepare for what one thinks is the worst, is that not so? Has anyone any pelts of fur they would be willing to trade for needlework, or for laundering? I would like to see about making fur-lined boots, at the least, although I will admit to being no cobbler. If someone here is able to create such things, I would be glad to trade services for such as well.
[She falls silent a moment as she finishes stuffing the thing in her lap. A few more stitches, and she holds up a small, purple octopus to show to the camera.]
To those of you who knew Bubbles, is it a good likeness of her Octi, do you think? I had originally planned to sew her a twin for Octi as a Christmas present, and found myself wanting to make one still, even though she is no longer here. He will serve as a happy reminder of her time here, I hope. I will be able to look upon him and smile.
It has been six months since I arrived to this city. Six months to the day. During such time, I have gained and lost family, made very dear friends, and found myself in more peril than I ever could have imagined in my room in Verona. It has been nothing if not eventful in Adstringendum.
[She glances out the window for a moment, then sighs.]
Such a pity the apples have all gone from the trees. It was most pleasant to see them hanging down from every branch. I can only hope that what we have picked and chosen to store will last the winter months and not spoil.
[She turns her attention back to the little project in her lap, proceeding now to stuff it full of fabric scraps and bits of multi-colored wool.]
Winter could be very difficult here, or very mild. I know not how such things will go, and therefore it is best to prepare for what one thinks is the worst, is that not so? Has anyone any pelts of fur they would be willing to trade for needlework, or for laundering? I would like to see about making fur-lined boots, at the least, although I will admit to being no cobbler. If someone here is able to create such things, I would be glad to trade services for such as well.
[She falls silent a moment as she finishes stuffing the thing in her lap. A few more stitches, and she holds up a small, purple octopus to show to the camera.]
To those of you who knew Bubbles, is it a good likeness of her Octi, do you think? I had originally planned to sew her a twin for Octi as a Christmas present, and found myself wanting to make one still, even though she is no longer here. He will serve as a happy reminder of her time here, I hope. I will be able to look upon him and smile.