[Open] As sparks I would speed, as flame I would fly

[kamloops_rose]

Delilah is gently sowing skins together, yet again - her larger project has fallen behind to the smaller one's benefit, though it is also not coming along as well at it should.

She sits by the hearth, then, humming to herself in that unique throaty way that her sister taught her. She's been thoughtful, more so than usual. Events here remind her of

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[kamloops_rose]

Delilah grins a little when she sees him, even if there's lurking sadness in her eyes.

"Of course," she replies in response once she's paused in her sowing. "Have you been well?"

[kamloops_rose]

"I fell behind," she replies quietly, "but it will be done eventually. Not so late, I hope." A bit of a smile, and she adds, "What news?"

[kamloops_rose]

She looks amused at the idea, though. "You can sow without stitching your fingers to the leather?"

[kamloops_rose]

She chuckles more. White men are, she would say. "Some, at any rate."

[kamloops_rose]

She laughs, and points to a little basket. "I will, absolutely. There's needles and thread there."

[kamloops_rose]

She makes a bit of a face. "I'm sure you'll find it terrible."

[kamloops_rose]

She chuckles, but something lightens about her. "If you wish?"

[kamloops_rose]

She grins back, laughs a little. "That's -- really adorable, Adaon. What happened next?"

Adores him. Totally.